Featherweight Sky

I have trouble writing poetry but decided to try.

 

Featherweight Sky

Subsumed in the universal tide,

Her hair flowing and twining in small

torisons.

Her pinions reach above the frothy waves,

chaffing against the salt.

The vagrant, his etherized eyes clouded

forms an emulsion of crabbed thoughts.

Her body rises, a tug from the stomach

holding her against the ethereal, featherweight sky.

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