if I still lived
under those gray skies
I know
what I’d be writing about
clouds
every shade looming
like wall-to-wall umbrellas
in a sunless sky
always waiting for me
to step outside
protect me from hope
a bright future
keeping my head down
this low ceiling of life
to never look beyond
my next shuffle
of course there’d be poems
of escape driving to work
and never stopping daydreaming
palm trees beaches sunny smiles
but without any moon
to light my way
how would these dreams
find the courage
to awaken and flee
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