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Pilot

Pilot

the trees

stood uniform

in passing fields

of golden hay

still and strong

untouched by man

or natural disaster

their grand simplicity

made perfect

in ladder limbs

brimmed in giant tears

that brush against

the feathered bird

that lights upon its rung

to rest a bit

before it up and takes off

and flies

over yonder

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery