Honey Skies

Honey skies
drown vineyards,
wine-red walls and Italian cupboards.

I sit and am stuck behind
the blank page. 
Grey clouds crackle with lightning,
but I don't feel the wind. 
I don't see the light. 

I've seen dozens of sunrises,
but stars forever blind me. 

I've never seen tadpoles in a creek,
I've never caught fireflies in a jar.
I've made daisy chains in Irish meadows,
I've made lunches of hotel crackers and cheese.

Honey skies
can only last for so long. 
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GreyBean

CA

17 years old

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