Drone Poem

Keegan Cook Finberg

We saw a cloud in the sky.
It was language. We stopped to read it.
It was an advertisement
written by a drone.

We saw an ad in the sky
for cloud computing.
Fine, sharp angles against the bright.

We saw a cloud advertisement in the sky
and stopped to read it as it wrote.
Drones have perfect penmanship.

We saw precise white lettering in the sky.
Must be a drone-writer, we said.

Later when we saw a cloud,
a soft white.