benedicted by the day

cockatoos
a-flutter in the sky
like a string
of prayer flags
taken wing
beneath a sun
that alternates
the white
of whisping clouds
with the blue
of deepest sky

a screech of supplication
and a moaning
from the wind
set a reverence to the day
and a warm bask
upon my face
like heaven with a glow
reached town to touch
we worshipful
with our faces raised
to receive the benediction
that only comes
to the few of us
so blessed

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© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #13: my love tonight is

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