Blue Skies Are Not For Ever -- Just Plain Poetry

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Date Posted: 21:39:12 08/19/01 Sun
Author: Jjaz
Subject: Blue Skies Are Not For Ever

The sky got up this morning and put on his old blue suit.
I wonder if he knew that it had a big yellow spot on the lapel.
I sat under a tree and stared up laughing at his clothes.
In the shade of the tree, leaves talked sadly in the wind,
about inevitability, musing of growing old and being discarded.
I appreciated their plight and would have said so
had I not been so captivated by the now angry sky,
who was embarrassed and foaming at the mouth, spilling everywhere.
Besides, I shouldn't give conscious regard to death.
So what if it floats into oblivion upon the sound of benevolent breezes?
I would think they could chatter about something better.
Perhaps he who gets up every morning and puts on stained garments,
and why he is always so angry.

I got up this morning with a head full of last night's dreams.
I especially liked the one in which I rested under a tree in the shade.
Mentally occupied, I put on my suit in preparation of the day's work.
Didn't notice the discoloration on the collar
I was talked about all day at the office.
Saying "how could someone not pay attention to their wardrobe?"
Didn't they know that we were all going to die?
Hadn't they been listening?
Why spend the time conversing about such insignificant subjects.
Can't they hear the wind beating against the window?
Nor the sound of leaves wrestling with the pavement?
I told them of my dreams, they laughed, I cried,
and foamed at the mouth in my anger.

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