Greenhouses

Steel shadows 

etched the route,

Passively draped across an incandescent domain.

Fool's gold beneath a glass roof

murmuring along the cracks,

Glorified by echoes.

Jelly shrinking our periphery

taut, leaning -

shoulders inching toward flight.

Sharp, citrus burst 

to a vulture.

Tetris blocks

Driving honeycomb routine.

Reviews

[Writergirl41]

I really liked your poem. Short enough to keep my interest and yet long enough to enjoy. The last two lines are truly my faorite. Has impact. Thanks for sharing.