Winter sky, age 5
The sky lacked the thinnest whisker of cloud.
Jets untethered by contrails hardly seemed to roar, lost in all that blue.
This was the sky I labored at with crayons, having given up on the sun.
Dave Bonta
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The sky lacked the thinnest whisker of cloud.
Jets untethered by contrails hardly seemed to roar, lost in all that blue.
This was the sky I labored at with crayons, having given up on the sun.