8 skies
Holes in a gray blanket
Tears in a white
A burning portal where light pours through.
9 skies
We are flakes
In the cereal bowl
Of the overturned sky.
10 skies
It was as if
Someone pulled a shroud
Over the watchful eye of the sun.
11 skies
Rippling white cream
In blue tea
And we are in the cup.
12 skies
Wool warriors
Guarding the horizon
From lightning-sworded storms.
13 skies
A flat plane
You could walk across
Or kick a hole in.
14 skies
Loud and argumentative
Shouting its opinion
In grays and flashes.
