Sky rain plump
Saturated clouds like
Sudsy sponges bob
About above me
Saul is tucked
Behind like hands
In gray ovenmitts
All is still
As though everything
Waits for the
Bad news of
The day this
Reminds me of
The soggy days
Of San Francisco
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And there spying
I did see
Out there and
Far away a
Dot a smudge
A blemish on
The looking glass
High on cliffs
I did see
Something far off
And different not
An island or
Land but something
And that something
Gave me hope
Not for me
But for it
Because I knew
Where I was
Precisely exactly where
And certainly it
Was looking sailing
Searching for me
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The sky glows
A dull yellow
Like a far
Off lamp in
A distant home
At the end
Of a wooded
Lane welcoming me
Darkened trees hang
Like spooky goblins
As the cars
Tires kick up
Dusty ghosts that
Disappear among junipers
Dawns single bonfire
Slowly emerges golden
Like a pocket
Watch drawn from
The woolen clouds
And distant bungalow
Windows wink with
Brief lamp light
As neighbors move
About in them
This is morning
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Like tented nights
Telling scary stories
Flashlight under chin
This morning’s sun
Uplights the clouds
Turning them the
Softest soft downy
And fluffy pink
Jagged gray cliffs
Bully the horizon
Frightening the willows
Into a curtsy
Plane tale lines
Scratch high above
Appearing and disappearing
Like invisible ink
Or whispered passwords
Two lone birds
Sing sweet harmonies
As the steamy
Furries rise above
My coffee cup
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Streaks of crimson
Edged in twilight
Hover like long
Quiet javelins above
Dusty afterthought clouds
Shadow fresh skies
A far-off burning
Begins to glow
Above the treeline
As jagged canopies
Like reaching fingers
Tickle the dawn
Making it blush
Red braking cateyes
Turn white in
The turn about
Startled by mistake
It is quiet
Here like cemeteries
Except for the
Lone peeping of
One lonely grouse
Morning now here
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 