Streamers In the Sky
Streamers in the sky,
etched deeply as they contrast
against the pale blue,
breaking up the monochromatic
ceiling with its white streaks,
a criss-crossing interception
trying to erase each other from above,
a temporary display which lasts for
a few hours until determined clouds
decide to camouflage the unwelcome
intrusion by upstaging with their
slow-motion dance of drifting cotton balls.
March 5, 2017
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