The sky insists that it will wear a
coat even if you don’t; it’s impossible
to fault a sky for this, and it seems
effrontery to ignore such passive-
aggressiveness; that is to say, if it’s
the sky’s only expression at the time.
A bridge is the pique of folk who
won’t get their feet wet, and the moon
looks down on them, in many senses.
“A constellation set in a quincunx is
only a sleight of perspective after all.”
An old man without a hat is prey to
the sun, but only as the untidy acrobat
crows sidle upon roadkill in a quadrille
that mocks courtship display, that kind
of prey, the kind that upsets a child’s
concentration. Rainbows and dragons
feature in an exact equality of legends.
Background hiss is called sky-noise.
Follow a cartoon series long enough,
turning to that page in your favourite
newspaper, and you will see this: the
protagonist, now a solitude of rage, is
drawn crowned with a thundercloud.