floe

there is a floe
drifting the sky
bunched up
separated
encompassing pinpoints
of light
while it follows
the last fade
of the sun
that seeks west
as if
gravity
resides down there
just a small way
beneath the horizon
they sail
seeking
serene
in their ocean
under
their stars


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #17: on peaceful streets

19/12/17

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