Efi Hatzimanolis #23 Not an Ekphrasis

Did the old gum dare

to dream of flying,

and did Flugelman’s sculpture

get wind of it,

descend in one fell swoop from its escarpment eyrie and,

not unlike Edward Scissorhands,  

clip its wings -

if you try to extend the lines of its limbs with your eyes,

you’ll see it was a big tree 

sporting a wingspan greater

than the flying sculpture, 

which is just up the road, 

on the hill, with its nose in the air

 - it leaves me cold, that clever thing.