White Sky

Stripped and even,
as if covered in snow
having fallen up from our eyes.
The perfect uniform of nothing
we are all painted on.
Bare trees,
chimney smoke,
black birds,
moving, like the cells of a blurred photograph.

A petal,
slid between deep freckled darkness
and the skipping city lights.

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