Swallows
Out from the gray
of a hazy green sea
a swoop of dark swallows
glides a colorless sky.
In silence they fly,
following the tip
of a conductor's baton.
Golden harps are their souls.
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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