Sideways
They float one after another
Flakey and fluffy
Cold and sweet to watch
Their white sticks
To the helpless surface
An erasure for a dying autumn
& a memory of a summer passed
They sing quietly their magic
To wipe the hefty canvas clean
Of life & such trivialities
From the human to the machine
A fresh flare for change
They swoosh like erratic flies
Hungry and eager to bite their way
Across the northern skies
Sideways
They have arrived
21.11.16
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