On a Line
The setting sun, a turmeric coloured sky
Two parallel electrical wires stretching out
Into the horizon
On them sit birds in line, their silhouette’s dark
Still in their connection.
As if someone has placed alphabet’s on a line
To pluck and place in verse or rhyme
And daily at dusk some poet somewhere
Writes a rhyme or a couplet on a line.
31.10.2020
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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