wisps of cloud form a pirate hook against
the blues and oranges of the morning sky –
plundering the planets gone for their riches.
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And then there were two birds that sang hymns,
praising the lord for demons wrestling the night sky.
And here are two whales whistling like the pulse of our blood,
as the tornado waltzes into communion.
© Fiza Arshad, 2017 All rights reserved.