Feb 2020
The sky runs a dim orange,
reflecting the distant sun's dying light,
telling me that the day's final act
is on its final leg.
(the other was broken
after a saying
was taken literally)
A purple draws in,
as does the red velvet curtains.
The theater has emptied
except for those
who had tickets
to the night show as well.
reflecting the distant sun's dying light,
telling me that the day's final act
is on its final leg.
(the other was broken
after a saying
was taken literally)
A purple draws in,
as does the red velvet curtains.
The theater has emptied
except for those
who had tickets
to the night show as well.
The sky was orang, then purp, now it dim blu. Clouds make things weird. Also, "cloudful" and "airscape" are two not-words that I decided now exist for the sole purpose of my horrible titles.
