Sky Scale

The coal is layered,
Blanketed in shingled rows
Across the sky.
A saturated sheet
Has lowered over
Everybody working,
Tamping down the soil,
Leaving graves unmarked.

Outside on break,
I settle on a bench,
Studying the heavy cover high above,
Noticing a sliver shaking
Like a trapped and frightened moth.
A little rain begins.
A droplet knocks the flickering small scale
From out of place,
Releasing purple light that flutters
Down,
Unlike a ray that plummets quick,
But turning, twirling, swaying
As butterflies on thermals.
I run to find its landing,
Basking in the slick and violet delight.

- 7/29/25

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