a poem a day, for four days | day 2

written 12.18.2011 @ 38,000 ft. without a pen, on a red eye plane strolling west.

i repeated it to myself for 3 hours until we landed and i ran for a pen finally getting it down on the last page of a book i had, my only paper. the employees on the flight would not allow me to borrow a pen from them. :p

the following is © Ashley Lebedev | Bottle Bell ™

please enjoy, but please don't swipe. | xo

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i watched the sun rise,

for three hours

bursting from the sky

like a swollen tidal wave

unfolding itself across my waking americana.

a castle of mirages

rose up

3000 mile billow of

lit bonfire

two honey eyed bobbers like

cathedral beacons

those fleeting arches

were traces of zion.

i saw an avalanche there,

in her kettle below

lead-bellied curves

rolling from the hands

of mineral giants,

rousing from her clouds

and evergreen terrain

like a frozen breath of chalk dust.

i felt the youth of virtue

revisiting me in her strange pace

as we plunged from blue

to the milky white,

stirred quilt,

concoction of fog.

prism of patchwork

underbelly of rainbows.

a soft child's hand

treaded my face

in all the weight of ghosts

pondering along

a game of remembrance,

shaky hopscotch.

her permanent mirror,

chisel of

spooky craters

or course cloak,

descendent of oceans,

two orphans coming home.

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ash