it was just a cloud at sunset

A gold wrapped promise hangs in the sky;
Not “Truth”, not “The Maker”,
just consequence, like drifting smoke,
just empty space and vapor.

This entry was posted on 2010/09/21. It was filed under Poetry and was tagged with nature, poem, Poetry.

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