The sun sits
bright
where she lies
telling story
and story
about her skies. those
blue skies
?
a soft sadness sad
a soft madness mad
somehow
I see her sometimes
traveling
foot and
hoof
wander
wander wonder
happiness rains more than not
when that sad voice rains on them
don't be troubled
don't be
s u d d e n l y s u l l e n ly
it all seems clear
to the one you knew you wanted
to the one you threw
away
not me of course
but you
or wait. I meant me
no I meant you. me
you you
her you
me you
her me
you
those blue skies again
why are they so blue ? are they blue ?
who is blue ?
skin sink sunk.