The sun disappeared today.
I watched the geese
Their outstretched wings made of steel
Float by and swallow it.
I wonder when it will begin to shine through their bodies and their eyes.
To picture an overcast sky
Filled with robot geese
With headlights for eyes.
Flapping their wings.
Children pointing and screaming
As the cotton candy vendor wipes down his cart.
“It smells like rain,” he says.
This poem was the result of a prompt from Tracy Lynch’s outstanding hour-long writing course, “15-Step Fiction.”