the sky is thick cream
poured over green-black trees
rough branches thrust up
shaking in the milky
firmament over the still staid
red roofs
covering us forgetting
we are babes squalling
in heaven
the sky is thick cream
poured over green-black trees
rough branches thrust up
shaking in the milky
firmament over the still staid
red roofs
covering us forgetting
we are babes squalling
in heaven