The Eely Arrow

 —Public Domain Photos Courtesy of Joseph Nolan, Stockton, CA

TIME

roars down
a funnel: perches
like droplets of
spilled

wine: drifts like
a feather: poses
on a toe-shoe:
spoils   

its dinner on
snacks: leaves
the party early:
leaves

the party late:
complains about
its age: growls like
a cougar:

revels in
debauchery—then
when you’re not
looking—

disappears like
an eely arrow of
thin black
road…


—Kathy Kieth, Diamond Springs, CA

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