The usual gorgeous molten sky-swept
Cloud-curtained operatic black and
zircon blue brush strokes from that
most careless-fierce and lustrous artist
in the sky again today at dusk stopped me
in my tracks for, oh, twenty seconds.
A very artistic, painterly portrait of the sky. I watched in fascination as it appeared before me on the canvas of your poetry.
ReplyDeleteAfter the devastating last line, I read the foregoing as satire - and enjoyed it!
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