The mayor of my town wants to concrete over our wetlands to build yet another supermarket...

Frisson Of Delight

Clutching the needed coffee at dawn
I balcony sit in the cool blue air.
Not a cloud in sight.
And what joy it is to see
The frisson of delight as a swarm of ibis take flight
As they depart for their warmer climes.

My internal whoop swoops
Into life at the whirring.
The air itself electrifies and shimmers.
Such beauty at daybreak is better
Than a glimmer of gold
And unlike me never grows old.

I search for the mayors address
And send him Jonis Big Yellow Taxi.
With a note to say think carefully
We have just begun to fight.

You will never pave what is not
Yours to sell away.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-12-06 at 19:44

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Very well written

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
You go girl!

Elle x

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done. Good luck.