April 9, 2017: Imagery

A kite eats the air like wind does heat.
The throne laughs as it mocks all who dare sit.
Watch the clover smile, all four leaves perk up.
Listen as the lace sings through the light.
A quit drinks its pigment dry of vibrancy.
A map can smell the road to which intuition desires.
A flag cries for its fallen brethren.
Smoke from a cigarette hears its guilt like a death sentence.
A guitar speaks what feelings keep silent.