POEM OF AN EMPTY SKY


SKY?

WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO YOU? YOU TURNED CLEAR BLUE?

THE ONLY MARK IS A GLOWING GRAIN.

A BRIGHTER SHINE IS WHAT YOU GAINED!

DID YOU LOOSE WEIGHT OR DO CLOUDS ARRIVE TOO LATE?


NAH, YOU’VE DONE SOMETHING. PRETTY SWEET LIFTING. AND YOU’VE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT THESE STRECH MARKS ALONG YOUR BODY.

- THEY’RE GONE!

WHICH CRÉME DID YOU APPLY? MAY I HAVE A TRY?

YOU LOOK BETTER

- DON’T DENY!

OH SKY!

YEARS YOUNGER YOU SEEM TO ME NOW.

THIS MUST HAVE BEEN YOUR FACE AGES AGO!

IT IS, AS IF THIS ACCESSOIRES HAS BEEN CUT OFF YOUR EYES.

AN ACCESSORY OF WHITE PUFFY LINES AIN’T NECESSARY FOR THIS NU GLORY.

AND WITH NO CLOUD

OR TRANSITION LINE, THE SUN SPARKS IN A BRIGHTER SHINE.

A SKY SO CUTE, AND CRYSTAL CLEAR

- OH GOOD TIMES ARE HERE! WHEN NATURE INITIATES FLIGHT FEAR.


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