To Panoramic Thought On War
fallen leaves peacock
their joseph coat carpet
over the earth’s floor
as gusty winds blow
nature’s shades
of flora gold dust
across the panoramic
beauty disturbed
by the juxtaposed ugliness
of the sounds
of mechanical blowers
slicing through the air
like yelling bombs
falling—disturbing life’s
tranquil peace
in distant lands where
children folic in fallen leaves.
Copyright © Millard Lowe | Year Posted 2017
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