Appreciating the Clouds

The bluest sky Minneapolis had ever seen Was whisked away and hidden, truly obscene. Who did it? We asked, where did they go? A warlock came by with a large swollen toe. He would not speak, but he ushered us in. He had warts on his face, and dimpled bad skin. Across from his throne sat an egg full of sky. I have captured the clouds, he said. So we asked why. They were not appreciated, you never looked up. You ate your mashed potatoes and beef, your tea you did sup. You never appreciated them, so now they are all for me. We had no idea what to say as we drank down his lemon tea.