Tragedy at Woodside

Tragedy at Woodside

The Millhopper puffs
An ethereal mist into the night.
Insects forget the danger
And come on six point landings:
Secure at Dali Memorial.

Ants and uncles wait
Inside the terminal, protected
From the memory of fright.
Most are happy in art’s custody
But one takes off, quite unsatisfied.

Screams of horror beg
Her not to go, but youthful instincts
Coax her to greater heights.
She clears the creek heading over trees,
Landing lightly under Gala’s brush.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1985. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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