Things in the Air

Intersections in the air

Trivialized by planes and balloons

Leftover from birthday parties

And travel in fake cloth suits

 

Another sky cracks on the horizon

Watching clouds battle wild dreams

And lofty egos with lightning

Piercing, rumbling in the muscles

 

Turning words over and over

Farmers work the fields for pennies

Lives are traded and expelled

From the circles of the unimpressed

 

Another trail of furtive petroleum

Darts into the leaden atmosphere

Heavy by its own intention

We find gravity as it pulls us down

 

© 2018 Valerie Hathaway

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