She got a little carried away with the similes.
Five Skies a Day
the sun rises timidly and lends watered down
pastels to an early morning canvas; purple, pink, blue
she trembles into the sky to face the day
she then
gains confidence and roars to blazing heats
burns red inside our eyes
and hungrily looks for tender flesh to tattoo crimson
then
she wavers, in the sky
and gives in, softening kindly
casting golden slats
and now the sky is orange, red, yellow
like a leafblower took an autumn landscape
and splattered it across the sky
which soon becomes
a dark blue
like someone thickly slathered navy icing across a cake and scattered silver sprinkles
which hours later will burn out
leaving a pool of navy ink
awaiting a quill
and then
and then
she comes back
and we start again
Renee Out.
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