They are floating bums, Elegant, picturesque … And Bumlicious…. Now they are gigantic Doodles scribbling the Sky with subliminal poetry… There I see a guitar Being plucked, A breast being suckled… A lamb being slaughtered, Like Abraham rendering Sacrifice… They are serenading Like a chorus of singers …. Melodying an Arpeggio… They are floating again Like fiery monsters…. A row birds in flight Resembles the shape Of victory …. Is it a sign of luck …? I am hopeful too A weary traveler of This earth…