THE STONE TREES

I walk beneath the concrete sky
see wooden flowers pass me by
in haze
beneath the trees
of mottled stone
 
observe doomed birds
who seek to fly
​​​​​​who still have hope
of flight and try
to soar away and flee
on mere wings

I wish myself 
to rise above
to sit alone
on cotton clouds
and watch the sea of love
roll in and out

Marion Price(2020)