poetry

blank blue

blank blue

clear sky
makes for dull sunset

no brooding clouds to split the light
or struggle through a rainbow of hues
on their way to spent grey
no roiling mist glowing at upper tips
while the base darkens with rain

the blank blue stares back
unblinking
no tumultuous storm to reflect upon
no thunderbolts to dodge

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