Thre brief poems
“Color and Clouds” by yours truly
Surreal or just pastel?
Who can tell?
Above low white clouds
Like evening sky on fire.
Go to bed, retire.
“Crude” by yours truly
“You are crude, rude, and unrefined,”
She said on a bed after we kissed.
She also said my breath smelled badly.
It was not a good night.
“More on Sky at Night’ but do not stalk at night by yours truly
What more can you say
Of this sky?
The rest may seem like inflation.
Thefe is a bit beneath a bit of blue and a lot of grey.
May mean rain.