The Sky is Empty

~

I stare out vacantly 

absentmindedly 

vacantly looking

but seeing nothing

there are no 

South Sea islands

phantasmic mountains 

mystical beasts

hidden ciphers

foreboding signals 

the sky is blank

unresponsive, hollowed 

a milk blue wasteland

I expected more

I feel betrayed,

jilted at the indigo 

altar of sunset

a promising dusk 

turned tail and tripped 

upon the threshold 

of early evening 

and hastened away

hiding its multi-hued 

gallery of skirts, 

from my sight,

wilful, contemptuous

denying my farewell

the sky’s cloth hangs

vague and empty

unpainted

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GRS 6/24