As dawn creeps into day
the eastern clouds pretend
that they’re a mountain range
just above the tops of trees.


Then they pretend
that they’ve been finger painted
by little ones  who think
the sky’s an easel:
blue and red — orange and green.
My what a scene!


And then they fall apart
and start to climb the canopy
beneath which they employ
their magic right before my eyes.


And then they’re white
and take the shapes of animals
which parade across the sky.


Their stage is easily accessed.
Their shows are different every day
and no one has to pay.

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