Today's poem is by Emily Rosko
Drone
The images are precise and anonymous.
Bodies and objects are enlarged by their shadows.
One shadow shows running.
You cannot tell age or expression so well,
but there is no doubt when there is a crowd.
Such as the numbers bent head to ground in prayer.
The symmetry of the suburbs is striking.
So, too, the cars parked
within their white lines, a pattern of herringbone.
Sun-blanked windshields. The ongoing asphalt.
The agriculture is immense, especially the exposed cattle pens
stocked with most facing the same direction.
The lands with nothing. The nothing land.
The clearest days mean the most harm.
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Copyright © 2018 Emily Rosko All rights reserved
from Weather Inventions
University of Akron Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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