Pink, orange,
And Gray;
That is the colour of the
Sky, here.

A sunset, decorated with
Smoke, and fog,
The promise of rain
Ever forboding.

I can feel the roundness of the
Earth, now;
The slant of the sky,
The clouds,
And the soil below.

How I wish I lived when
The Earth was square, when
Men were fools,
seeking adventure,
Afraid to fall off the
Corners, and into oblivion.

And not round,
So that,
I,
can fall off the edges,

And not come back to where I started.