Winter sky, age 5

This entry is part 35 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


The sky lacked
the thinnest
whisker of cloud.

Jets untethered by contrails
hardly seemed to roar,
lost in all that blue.

This was the sky I labored at
with crayons,
having given up on the sun.

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