Flock.
Lubomír Tomik
flock of indian summer
heading across the ocean
heading
flock flocks, lips in a smile
charred or rancid,
missed opportunities
lips in anger
hesitant shooters,
charred lips in a smile
the day fades
She tore him to pieces
lips in a smile of fury flock
flies around
and they are gone
Midian Poet 