Runner Up

Runner Up


Rational Rubric
Functional Fabric
Soldier’s tunic
Now battles in the attic.

I know nothing of their ways,
Only golden end of days and
Dreamy sunsets'  longer light,
Far off looks and hope that might

Fall into my lap.
The leaf spinning
Into its’ course.
Pining for centrifugal force

And gravity,
Keeping a promise.
While I’m still a doubting Thomas,
I have to wonder if

These venial sins
Now set asunder,
As gentle days with
Amber rays really

Bring the night.
I wish I may honor bright
With all my casual
Flapping flight.

A ragged, disconnected kite
Half-hearted from defeat,
Stopping off for a bite to eat.
Unable to find a counter seat.

​4/18/22
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