the finger painter of the sky
is sloppy uncommitted to either
white or blue a day of striated clouds
how many mornings do we awaken
not fully here or on our way there or
unresolved to even move
or float like a leaf on the river
both current pulled and wind driven
zigzagging everywhere
for times like these just move one foot
then the other and keep going
which of course means
not another word
on the subject
not another word
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