by Alicia Beckwith
Mystical elephants up in the sky
Prehistoric monsters floating high
Changing shapes billowy soft
In their homes so high aloft.
Crystal clear air with a cold snap
A chilly silence in the eve
As monsters from chimneys take their leave.
Factories and smoke stacks
Roofs with air conditioning racks
And windows with bouncing light
As evening monsters take flight.
Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades. Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.