in the cloud

the wings
of a lonely locust
flash yellow
in the sun

he traverses
green
he traverses brown
then the search for a mate

in search of a mate

in search of …

has to find his mate

yellow wings
the locust flies
lost
in the middle of his mates

lost among his mates

yellow wing
is lost

in the cloud
of his mates


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #24: eucalyptus farewell

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