A breeze or a sigh
clears my mindful of sky,
billowing out but tied down on four sides
Chase away banners, stray butterflies
It’s getting crowded in here,
my deep blue ruin,
netted with plumes of airplane fumes
Iridescent blooms of sun-stained clouds
dissolved by the moon, a soft curl
The world twirls. Night swirls
Light streams through the holes, my sky
My mind’s eye.