For my friend Jessie who challenged my thoughts on grey days today.
Wool
Grey skies wrap
a blanket shoulder draped – Day.
Microscoping space-air-time
Into a manageable cocoon.
The fat – bottomed moon appears a
great slow blinking eye, lid
descending grace leaving
a white fringe eyelash coyness
as the clouds reform a homemade
woolen pirate patch blankly eyeing
this metamorphosing world.
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