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Sky's Catwalk


dancing in bolts of lightning-lit cotton
trailing billowing scarves of sheer wind
naked--its stormy mood undisguised,
dripping sheets of crystalline rain
or more still
sashaying hues of orange, red, and pink satin sunsets
How often do you step outside and look up,
marvel at the sky's tailored designs?
its endless skirts of blue silk
fluffed by frilly white crinoline clouds
or cloaked in dark sacred night,
studded in twinkling celestial diamonds--
the sky
in its heavenly revolution of rotations
dressed to impress
the sky never minds what walks beneath
its divinely fascinating skirts
every day gliding fabulously down its earthen catwalk


-- S.T.R., Adult