Friday Poem
© 26 Apr 2013 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

Islands in the skies.


Untitled Poem

Down under isles in the skies
are caves with fish that have no eyes;
And lower still are air and clouds;
And even lower, human crowds.

What keeps the isles way up there
above the clouds and rain and air?
The fish have water; were’s it from?
These questions make me e’er go “‍hmm.‍”

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