Perhaps it was a construction--
aloof as it was,
proudly stretched across my horizon—
Maybe it was a passing fancy,
a darting butterfly in my lazy mind,
but on those lumpy hills,
I thought I saw my beacon,
and when I looked a little longer
I realized the absurdity of it all.
Obscured in gray, the thin lines
stretched fragilely into my imagination.
It seemed to hover in midair,
suspended upon gravity,
and when I looked a little farther
it dawned on me that perhaps the tower
was just another obstacle.
And suddenly, it was clear.
Please tell me what you think
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Unique and wonderful!
I loved the lines:
"Maybe it was a passing fancy,
a darting butterfly in my lazy mind,"
TY for entering
Lynda
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