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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.
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Sure Sign of Spring
Sure sign of spring
through bare trees heading south
jets vapor trail.