by Jerry Ratch
First they
Dust off the bottom of the sky
But then the clock gets stuck
At 3 seconds till uncertainty
Then they
Dye the sunset clouds
To make them more
Transparent
So as not to confuse
The human mind
With the stuff of uncommon
Nostalgia
And now nothing
Needs to
Refer to the past
Anymore
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Enjoyed.
I want to "dust off the bottom of the sky."
If I could find it...*