A Light Appetite


A curtain has been drawn
Its threadwork loose,
The clouds spill their treasures,
Sapphires off a cut necklace.
I watch these beads drift, caught in changes imperceptible
The winds of causality weaving misty fortunes,
Light-filled basketballs without hands they dribble
Who knew gray held so many colors!
These clouds I see, the cool side of the sun's pillow
Its rays reaching as if to hit snooze while the waters ooze
As below the plants fast on a diet overcast
Talk about a light appetite

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