Clear Blue Sky


there are times all the poetic language
flies out the window and the birds gather
to peck away their pretty seeds.          today
the sky is shining and the sun is blue,
high grass and green clouds and why flowers bloom
silver and gold goes beyond understanding
as the cell phone chimes another text message
and it’s the lover or the loved   —   who knows
which is which, and besides, they really are
interchangeable at this point, hardly
separable   —   avowals of the obvious
written in binary of yes-yes and no
shadow could remain with such light blazing
lemon-yellow in a sky written bold.

David M Pitchford
10 Jan 2012

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