Creative ignorance

I finally had a chance to type up the poem I recorded on my phone last month while driving home from work.  🙂

 

If you squinted hard enough,
and used the generosity of spirit
required for the earnest appraisal
of a child’s fingerpainting,
the clouds painted feathery angel wings
across the sky.

I was too busy focussing
weary eyes on endless streams
of sparsely decorated tarseal
to notice.

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