Balconies of WireBalconies of Wire2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On balconies of telephone wire,
The doves gather in crowds
To line the aisles and admire
A symphony of clouds.
Anyone who’s anyone
Has come to watch the show;
All the flock falls silent now -
The west begins to glow.
Enthralled, they watch the landscape change
From gold to vibrant red;
The colors curl, rearrange,
And evening shadows spread.
Then all at once, the drama ends
And starry curtains fall;
They nod approval to their friends
As “encore” each one calls.