January 28th, 2011
The flight of gulls
Of lake not sea
Flash wings
In setting sun
Shifting colors
On placid surface.
The winged elm stares on
Wishing for sky
While wait-listed to standing
Want for spacious air
Weighted without soaring shape
Streamlines stranded
For waving in the wind.
Left to see the sun
From forested frames
The winged elm stays,
Satisfied in the waiting
Towering high
Surfaced near the water
Becoming the sky
In moon light.
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