By Mike O’Connell
quietly crashing
into one another
dueling cotton balls
creating hippos lizards
as they go by
blue horses
gallop in the sky
disappearing faster than
than they were created
as the whitest
are consumed by
grays so dark
it hurts the eyes
accumulating where
horizons end
shadows of imaginary
go waltzing away
until the night hides them
in places clouds can’t go
(Mike O’Connell 4/2/18)


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