twenty minutes later
it’s daytime sky, washed blue
not deep violet
not indigo hush
not what was here, before
the sky is on the list now,
added to this daily tally
of ordinary things
we
once
were used to
but now
are going,
gone
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Puff Of Smoke Poems 