Bullet

Bullet

Gliding through the clouds
No visible concern in the air
A handsome little missile
Is on a big-gun mission:
Seek a twinkly jewel
On the ground down below
Though, Bullet will not accept
Any old common thing
Not today. Such a satisfying day!
Or, truly, any other day
He flies and he flies
Wings spread across the sky
Curving, here and there, passionately
An image of patience
Considering the dish of the day
Bullet will soon find

Z

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Veil of Leaves

Veil of Leaves

Behind the veil 
Of leaves
The sunlight is peeking
Through
Away from the hustle 
And bustle,
The day that awaits:
A swaying of branches
Rattling and shaking
The leaves
Not ready to leave,
I take another look
At bits of white clouds
And the blue sky
Up, behind— 
On the other side—
Of a veil I need


Z

Confessions of a Typo


Confessions of a Typo

Never possible to be perfect
To be perfectly honest

In fact, one might look to me
To see the epitome of
A bruised dream—
A word almost beautiful
If it had been written slowly, meticulously

Often, words on the run
Will run into trouble,
Whilst staying busy, so
Please forgive the glitch I can be:
Such a type o, oblivious me

Z