The lower clouds scowl by with a grey alacrity
scooting under a white grim cirrus stasis. If an
explanation is desired, a stiff froze front claims
to say what's wanted to be said: a gecko's shed
will have to do, dry skin on a concrete and taupe
brick esplanade is its own excuse for being sunny.
Quick now! There is oleander for hiding but only
if you hurry: a proud red bloat is paradise enough.
Sunday, September 28, 2014
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