Thursday, 17 October 2013

All is still

Clouds fixed to the sky
like collage, small pieces
of cotton wool, glued to a
stiff black board.
And the man in the moon looks on
with his startled expression,
staring out towards the big dipper,
towards the white and red lights
of a far away plane, towards
the distant glow of Dublin.
All is still. All is still.

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