THE EMBROIDERED CANOPY

The other day at dusk
the gray sky stopped
before it reached the horizon
looking like a drapery
that wasn’t  large enough
to cover its intentions.

There was this empty space below
looking like a colorless hem
that touched and brushed the earth.

I waited for awhile —
waited until night came
and erased the embroidered canopy.

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