Sky

grey grey smoke grey
clouds billow like cobwebs
thick and pillowy
crested in white and light.

Blue patch peaks in shapes of birds
slowly drifting
and settles to fluffy white birthday cake
frosting sweet and clean.

Is it only when im lonely, do I see them only?
Is it on the saddest days I see you so clearly?

Tiny airplane floats into the sky
its siloutte
filled with souls
among these clouds
it disappears and
leaves me dreaming.


POWERlines

Black bisects the skylines like
roadmaps,
thick then thinner
parallel and layered
threads pulled taut
some droop low
some twist and turn and fall upon
themselves..

so common I fail to recognize

Like us
like us

the power in your walk
the taut lines on your legs
banded in black
your eyes..droop low..
When we kiss..
We twist and turn and fall upon
ourselves..

So common, I fail to recognize
That
These connections
for communication
pierce and distort
a perfect view.