bashful

the periwinkle blue sky

stood bashful, aloof,

shuffling its feet

while its hands became

metronomes drawn

across miles of wool;

all the while tree shadows

like fingers sporting stubble

fly fish across the frozen

yard of hushed snow,

tensed, waiting

for the sky to extend

a hand in welcome.

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