Sky Smiles Blue

the blue of sky
makes it seem the sky
is a thing itself —

but it is not.
Empty as a crystal bowl
the sky’s blue is the sun’s

which sky has cleaved
in its love of sun
and thrown up as a gown

about its nakedness.
When the sky smiles blue
it is the sun’s smile.

-Kevin Trammel, 2/13/2022

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Author of Gathered Rain, and Between the Hours, which can be found on Amazon. Read more on my sites,, or
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