Stunning photo and beautiful poetry.
Flapping at the merchantsI pocketed my bottles.Their ants' antennae bobbing in the breeze,they nodded respect: you drive a hard bargain, you mirror-winged moths.Shrugging at the merchants,I patted the gurgling bulge:when you have only a day,you try to do everything right!Then I flapped awayto sip my juice among the lilys.
Welcome to WOL's Poetry Place. This is a form of poetry+pictures that I'm experimenting with. Please feel free to comment about the poetry, the pictures and how you think they work together.