A Floating Machine
A floating machine
moving from
the shadowed
corner of my eye
to the lustrous sun
light
to the right.
It is so bright;
its metal
shines
like
newly-found
gold mines.
Its sound is
echoed
through the sunrise mist
and flat valleys below.
I insist
on your attention.
Now common ...
I wonder
whether it was
worth a mention.
Earth attracts Man;
this floating machine
merely flirts its way
through the sky.
THOMAS RIVET
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