Efi Hatzimanolis #74 'My Mouthful of Sky'

Sky is gathering between my teeth,
if I open my mouth it’ll pour out to form clouds then weather,
it may rain for forty days and nights.
It’s a worry, as I’m already on the lookout 
for the first signs of greenery,
for the tell tale speck of spinach on my teeth,
green as hope itself, 
greener even than that olive branch -
but is there a bird, out there, 
brave enough to fly 
into my mere mouthful of sky?