We,
all of us,
stood out in the lot
of the greengrocer's.
We looked upon
the pending sunset as if
we,
ourselves,
were birds ready
to take wing
into that auburn horizon.
We looked at the clouds
as they became
majestic brushstrokes
placed strategically
by a great unseen artist
whose name we all knew,
but was different for each of us.
There were brilliant purples,
pinks,
and oranges
that our eyes
might have been seeing
for the first
or last time.
(None of us knew for sure.)
The sun shone
through a great bank of cirrus
like the beginning of
some great onslaught
by a giant dragon
or
the first flash
of a nuclear holocaust.
None of us
would’ve minded
either scenario
for the beauty of it
and
our presence
therein.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2018
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC
We,
all of us,
stood out in the lot
of the greengrocer's.
We looked upon
the pending sunset as if
we,
ourselves,
were birds ready
to take wing
into that auburn horizon.
We looked at the clouds
as they became
majestic brushstrokes
placed strategically
by a great unseen artist
whose name we all knew,
but was different for each of us.
There were brilliant purples,
pinks,
and oranges
that our eyes
might have been seeing
for the first
or last time.
(None of us knew for sure.)
The sun shone
through a great bank of cirrus
like the beginning of
some great onslaught
by a giant dragon
or
the first flash
of a nuclear holocaust.
None of us
would’ve minded
either scenario
for the beauty of it
and
our presence
therein.
***
-JBClaywell
© P&Z Publications 2018
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