Above the illusion
of dove’s delusion,
raucous wren
reaches across skies,
obliging wings
of rectitude-whys.

(face-backed, sunshine wracked,
by ignored infusion)

Above the delusion
of dove’s illusion,
racing wren
breaches fallen skies,
advancing wings
of fortitude-sighs,

(star-packed, façade cracked,
almost to fusion)

when dove cries.

(earth-tracked, flower racked,
color confusion)

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/7/05