Sky

~ Harlan Didrickson

Now the sky

Resembles my

Grandfathers beard gray

Wispy with patches

Of orange as

Low sun skittles

Across its cheeks

Blue dodges in

And out like

Balloons in Central

Park bumping into

White here now

3 thoughts on “Sky”

  1. I adore the imagery of how the sky compares to your grandfather’s beard. Each re-read just submerges me deeper in your words. It’s beautiful.

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