Lately, construction workers have been working on the outside of my apartment building, periodically leaving plastic sheeting over the windows for days at a time... even when weather is hot... and I am sick and therefore would love to have the normal beautiful view out my window that inspired this poem a couple years ago.
time slips through my fingers
like I have no grip
all I want is to paint a picture
of the sky
as the clouds in their stillness betray
the movement of the cosmos
and the fleetingness of life
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