blue skies

Remember leaving the door open on warm days?

Cats rolling between sunbeams,

cloth shorts halfway to our knees,

a crystal blue sky.

 

These days,

we do not know any untouched skies,

or sapphire horizons.

Our skies always dripping with color,

sweet, gooey pastels,

or buffered so tightly by clouds that

we can hardly breathe.

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