Sunday, April 10, 2011

NaPoWriMo #11: The Blue

I try hard not to look at the sky,
to remove myself from its watchers.
Can you get a load of these clouds,
though, can you think about anything
but these stars when you see them?
The ground has interesting things,
cars and dirt, lovers and vomit,
but even the vehicles' exhaust
rises up into the atmosphere.
I can attempt to love the sea,
to gather its waves in my arms.
The reflections are what stop me.
Of myself surrounded by animals
floating above my face, in the blue.

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