The sky was shining a name
But its handwriting was too bad
illegible clouds scrolled across
the blank sky of potential
the earth at my back sighed,
while the monkeys romped
drunk with the scent of oranges
and stolen martinis.
Night stapled her thumb to the horizon.
and her tears sprinkled to the sky
while an absurd little bird
decided to sing the morning song early
all this, and
the sky was never read
by the lone fugure on the hill
but it can wait till morning
the earth will sigh again.