Out of Place a Second Look

Pleasant veiny perfection fell from the sky…

like a spiral drifting down from nowhere…

In a field of pine and cypress…

With moss draped liked one more ancient beard…

The interloper arrived…

sitting innocently in its green bed…

Spinning…with taut precision…

Eyes sharpened with experience…

Yet the singularity shone brightly in its starkness….

No doppelgänger winked from the side…

Silence screamed in solitude…

The enigma remained…

And I walked on…

David L. Whitman 03/23/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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