Traffic Transfiguration

Sacred napkin in the wind

Carried by the river of rumbling wheels

I saw you try

To take flight

In a sea

of rubber and steel

One last breath,

On last hurrah,

Against the cloudless sky

Held,

Beheld,

Only by my selfish eyes

Sliced by the neck

In a blink

A dove

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be writing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Let’s gooooo!