Munkh Khukh Tengri The Eternal Blue Sky as the great Kublai Khan might have said once upon a time.
No offense intended, mind you but I sure saw a whole mess of them go flying by today on their way to wherever it is that those free cheap FEMA blue tarps go to die.
You know, the ones they gave away to poor folks after Hurricane Florence paid us a visit, oh, maybe a month or so ago to this very day, to cover the holes in the tops of their homes while waiting for that great hope, the check in the mail.
It sure was a cool sight, on such a gray day all that blue taking flight, like a flock of... what? Are there any blue birds that flock? I’m not sure, not the big Blue Jay, the Big Blue of the Egret family, nor the Blue Bird that sometimes sings inside a poet’s heart or the Indigo Bunting, not even the Blue Gross Beaks that I see at my feeders occasionally, so, no, not like a flock of anything that I can think of, OK?
Oh, those pretty blue tarps flying so high up into The Eternal Blue Sky where they go when they die, and I know the great Kublai Khan would have smiled today and shouted Munkh Khukh Tengri.