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Giant Blue Canvas
Dance Terri |
The sky has drawings in her today
Like a giant blue canvas, chalkboard of sort;
The cotton balls drifting past, fast
Not changing shapes, just drifting in clumps;
Airplanes leave behind trailing lines, so fine
Then expand into rippled ribbon and stay;
Up higher and beyond are patches of cover
Thin, transparent, sometimes in wisps;
It's funny these markings in the sky
Chaotic, sporadic -- no reason, no rhyme;
It's like more than one artist at work
Individual ideas, creations and moods
Crossing, ignoring, completely unique;
Somehow, it all makes sense to me...
Her drawings reflect, as if mirrored
The thousand directions in me today
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