the sky is falling
like shaved ice
or feathers from
a bird that no longer
needs to fly.
the sun has melted
into white,
the moon a distant
memory. the sky is
falling, and it
doesn't matter
that the day has
turned over into
night. let it snow
and be full of april
fools.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
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