Friday, April 01, 2011

Our downward gazes are looking up

​​It's plainly a checkerboard plane
..... That's a jet leaving cotton candy 
​with green and brown boxes boxing dots busied bopping,
..... ribbons. It has a clear destination, 
​but there's one wondrous dot not
..... pushing its snow-cone nose so purposefully
​caught up in their squared-off games.
​..... through the Kool-Aid sweet sky. 
​You know how I envy its open-ended refusal.
​..... If I could only tag-along agreeably on its closing-in...

(Happy NaPoWriMo!)
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