Spokes

Pink sky’s medicine wheel,

forecasting taste to steal

the treasure marked by that X

If I could hitch a ride

by hawk-wing, fly beside

astral travelers, tempest

Aimed for that gold-tinged hoop,

the focused gilded loop

of precious foreverness.

 

"Medicine Wheel Clouds" by Em Jollie

  
#5 of 30 Poems In November to benefit Center for New Americans.