The Sphinx of the Sky
The landscape
was green but the sky was gray,
gun
metal gray, with an ineffable hawk on high,
suspended silently, like a sphinx of the sky —
seeing everything, at least during the day.
Obsolescent oracles never try
to answer the question why.
Robert Forrey, 2011
seeing everything, at least during the day.
Obsolescent oracles never try
to answer the question why.
Robert Forrey, 2011
