Gliding alone between broken homes <br />I was counting pheasants for a game <br />Interrupted by rusting industrial organs <br />Choker towns and the hello darlings <br /> <br />A lone muscovy duck on a pond <br />A tree suprised with roots aloft <br />Graffiti wanly scrawled and artless <br />The searing tears of a boy's tiny fury <br /> <br />Planes are wheeling above the city <br />But not like vultures. <br /> <br />I think of you and all your miles <br />And the sunshine and sadness below <br />The chattering clack of the train on the track <br />Getaway slashes dissecting the sky: <br />Traces of waste vapours <br />Are lines drawn through the day<br /><br />Jay Allard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-flew/
