~
we might be offered
a beautiful sunset,
~
subtle milk blues
greys and soft pinks
stretching across the
wide horizon, thinly
smeared brushstrokes,
~
should we take notice
we might speak warmly
of such pleasing colour and
be cheered by the spectacle
then go about our business,
~
but tonight, the sky is moving
contrasting colours splashed wide
jostle and rear-up prancing
trumpeting vertically
to demand our attention,
asking for celestial conversation
~
strangely we are speechless
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GRS 5/24