The Fractured Sky

The sky is fractured

It has broken

Over the limbs

Of black trees cast against the sky

That appear dead

But that always

Pulse with renewal

Blue against the white, the scattered gray

We sit

Carry on

As if there is nothing

Beyond this one view

Is that why the sky re-assembles itself

To remind us

Of what we

Do not see?

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