In Green Skies
Pelting.
Stones among magnolia clouds
eating the day through holes
in a wish for the paper grey moths.
Hail and unencumbered beauty.
Dents in hoods and broken glass
in crackling spider web patterns
construed as nature's designs.
Melting.
Rain of grey sulking atmospheres
who feather their wings
around unwilling souls.
Sleep and the brooding sunset.
Puddles of iridescent oils
kissing yellow rubber galoshes
in an effort to make peace.
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