“We see the sky where it is skyless…”

(Title from “souls high kites with holes,” a collaborative poem by thetaoofchaos and NightGrid)

Not the crystal with the bluish tint,
nor the dark wisps rising from cigars.
Another realm entirely. There,
day ends in royal purple, fiery orange.
Gray walls hold those colors for an instant.
Air places dew drops upon grass,
as if to say the world begins afresh.
Birds fly together, each supporting the other.

Now the sound of change striking the sidewalk,
the smell of dirty pigeons collected.
Noting the white of the closed blinds of hospital rooms.

1 Comment

  1. It seems that this poem refers to dusk, however, the lines “Air places dew drops upon grass, as if to say the world begins afresh.” seem to imply that it is dawn.

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