we
October 13, 2006we meet
we part
we’re better off apart
we say hello
we say good-bye
we’re strangers once again
this sky
Ugly, shapeless skies of Portland
no depth, no change in hue
perpetual grey of the same shade
on dull days of drizzle
when sunny, just a vacant blue
no playful white cloud on its arc
just a crisscross of jetliner trails
Ugly flat skies of Portland
light dont even bend while traversing thru
go to sleep with a heavy purple
wake up to endless white haze
or stunning senseless blue
