You know, I look out at
The sky. It's beautiful
Again. I have seen many
Skies as beautiful and
That look like this sky
The clouds, the setting
Sun, all configured as
If mathematics were part
Of the equation at this
Time of day, to mark the
Falling sun, the close of
Another perfect evening.
It will not be the last I
See. There will be many a
Sky as beautiful as the
Perfect sky was tonight
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Overhead
The clouds, full of themselves,
Puffed up like cotton candy,
Looming overhead, more tasteful
Than that sticky carnival abomination
The sweet powdery stuff children
Love and adults allow 'cause it's
A special day. The clouds are
Always special, gracefully sitting
Overhead, puffed up but not so vain
As to make more of themselves
Than is appropriate and seemly
Walking on clouds
Science tells me that
When fog envelops us
It's just low-lying clouds,
Clouds at waist-level, it's
Cold, the vapor gathers
Into fog, thin clouds at
Street level
Revenge
The sun piqued at the moon
Takes its revenge on the evening
Sky. Vengeful, it turns the clouds
A vivid red. What would be blue
Is hanging in the halo of its anger
Tamara, really 