the sky
flat and gray blue
like a faded child’s blanket
and the mountains
like paper cutouts
theater scenery
so clear
so near
you could trace them
with a pencil on vellum
Poem 20151121b
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
The stuff that comes out a bird's mouth.
the sky
flat and gray blue
like a faded child’s blanket
and the mountains
like paper cutouts
theater scenery
so clear
so near
you could trace them
with a pencil on vellum
