the sky was blue, the ocean too

there's not a drop

of blood,

in his new book of poetry.

not a dark

cloud,

not a broken

bone

or heart, or tear fallen.

it's lovely

nature

without the storms,

the lightning,

tornados

and fires.

it's pleasant enough,

but scares me,

as he paints a

hallmark world, 

one absent of fear,

without desire.