Gold Dust and Birds

The keys form cords that induce an eyeball elevation.

Flickering frames, birds flying in and out of vision.

A pigeon or a crow replacing the mighty ginger eagle of the sea,

From way back then.

The beach became paving slabs and moss,

The sun disguised by brick not coconut.

The Arabian Sea profound and distant.

Warm Indian faces replaced by impatient Caucasians at the bus stop K.

Lentils to tinsel

Beetroot from jars

Water to Wicked.

Brown as a berry coated in snow.

4 responses to “Gold Dust and Birds”

  1. EarthDrifter Avatar

    Reminds me of Spain’s Costa del Sol, save for the Arabian sea part. This is capitalism my friend…

    1. pinkybinks Avatar

      Writing based on memory and current circumstances ED. Not really real.

  2. NotResponsibleAmy Avatar
    NotResponsibleAmy

    All the world in a little jar.

    1. pinkybinks Avatar

      Indeed yes. A very small jar.

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