Master Painter
Who
paints between the clouds?
The
blue, blue, blue growing stronger
Pushing
out the white fluff
to
flatten to wispy whispers
of
their former formidable selves
the
cerulean blue that begins as a tiny crack
outlines
each cloud sneaking in to swallow it whole
without
a sound, it gobbles it
greedily
turning the whole
into
energy that rakes the sky clear
making
space for the searing sun
To
spotlight each glittering wet sidewalk
where
worms wait to crawl
back
into soaked earth
Those
that haven’t drowned
or
are baking to stick there
underneath
my shoes
as
I stare up into the expanse
of
blue sky that clears the cobwebs
from
my dusty brain
Breathing
deep the clear
and
wondering who paints
such
glory for our pleasure?
A
rare glimpse of what is next
and
the skilled brush
that
constructs it all
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