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I trudged through a haze of my own making
wondered at my purpose and place
challenged the existence of this higher power
readjusted my heavy bags and searched for my car

glanced up as I moved through the parking lot
stopped mid-step
charcoal smudges of cirrus were smeared broad across a liquid pink sky
drawn like tilled rows of crumbled Oreos on melted rainbow sherbet

colors so ridiculously intense
bands so geometrically parallel
it could only be the nights dreamy story drawn in indigo ink
tempting the breathless sun with one last tango

jaw still gaping, breathing long since forgotten
my mind smiled reassured and then slapped my ego
yep you got skills big G
when you’re done with this display

I could really use a hug later