my sheep legs were stumbling
through big blue stem and prickly plants
that left their seeds wrapped
around my bright pink scarf.
i wasn’t searching for solace as the sun
wrinkled in attempt to shine
through the one, atmosphere sized,
gray cloud. as if earth’s dome
decided to decay. in fact i was searching
for nothing. a statement as menacing
as a bright pink scarf, laden with the earth,
against the stale, cathedral like cloud.
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peace to all ~flight
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