Above the Brindled Sky

Above the Brindled Sky

A Poem by Kelly Rainwater

No Roatan amber honey
setting into liquid bronze:
only palettes of white and black
mixed carelessly into gray-on-gray
storm clouds-on-clouds,

 

raining into steely lakes and rivers.
No mahogany clay terraces
or viridian hillsides surrounding
pink granite quarries;
no pale striation feathered along
an endless horizon:

 

Even Mount Baldy cannot rise
above the brindled sky.

 

 

© 2008 Kelly Rainwater


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Added on February 29, 2008

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Kelly Rainwater
Kelly Rainwater

Corona, CA



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