I fly
with my little eye
peering down
on a little town.
Something red-
the clouds ahead.
Deepening blue-
the sky’s hue.
Flickering white-
little lights
coming on
in the little town.
Bill Taylor 2018
Poetry written and curated by Bill Taylor
I fly
with my little eye
peering down
on a little town.
Something red-
the clouds ahead.
Deepening blue-
the sky’s hue.
Flickering white-
little lights
coming on
in the little town.
Bill Taylor 2018