Perfect Flying Weather
As far as the eye can see, cerulean sky
Neither a wispy cloud nor contrail in sight
A perfect picture of infinity will apply,
As far as the eye can see, cerulean sky
Kind of day I have a strong urge to fly
Birds, bees, and butterflies taking flight,
As far as the eye can see, cerulean sky
Neither a wispy cloud nor contrail in sight.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written June 29, 2022
Submitted to "Flight Three" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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