Billows and banks in the cirrus
filling me with distanced aired zen,
on summer days like circuses
with some gleeful laughing children.
Would you spy with me this vantage
as the wind tosses hair around
lapping waters of still ravage
thirsts drowning and dousing abound?
Zephyrs question iterating
tables on campers’ water shores,
somewhat leaning and competing
for earnest tales of weathered boards.
Do you feel the query fulfilled
stimulating distant islands
in dances of winded quarrels
with no scoldings or reprimands?
Breezes bears witness and chances
with the coming tide and moonlight
between pauses zephyrs question
whether anything is air-tight.
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2014
Zephyrs Question
Billows and banks in the cirrus
filling me with distanced aired zen,
on summer days like circuses
with some gleeful laughing children.
Would you spy with me this vantage
as the wind tosses hair around
lapping waters of still ravage
thirsts drowning and dousing abound?
Zephyrs question iterating
tables on campers’ water shores,
somewhat leaning and competing
for earnest tales of weathered boards.
Do you feel the query fulfilled
stimulating distant islands
in dances of winded quarrels
with no scoldings or reprimands?
Breezes bears witness and chances
with the coming tide and moonlight
between pauses zephyrs question
whether anything is air-tight.
T.M. Prada
Copyright © 2014
Terri M. Prada 
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