Birds of passing

Our plane is metal bird flying
Non-metal birds of a passage.

Once we fluttered tiny fingers
At the birds of passage in sky.

We are now rust in a passage,
With men who are non-metal.

Non- metal men are dust too,
Like passages of flash poems.

We now flip our bony fingers
At every metal bird of passage.

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