The Albatross
by Yesu Ben
the albatross will dip his wings
to chill in rippling crests and skies,
his colored dins, create white rings
I try to catch him with my stare
but he'd forsake my din and eye
for he is light, as light as air,
an apparition way up high.
But mad and fleeting is that moment
and ephemeral it all is
computer graphics quickly spent
or the grape’s effervescent fizz...
For time's a tyrant, martinet
don't let him catch you by surprise,
he'll always win the argument
his downsized look's all just disguise.
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