Poetry of Issue #7        Page 22

Sky Art On the Way to the Post Office

While I was walking in a not sunny but still
light-filled day, I looked up and saw two large
white stripes across the blue sky. I thought

a plane had made them. Then I saw a plane.
It looked too small to have made those stripes.
They were mother nature’s. I then noted more
and counted ten, in different lengths, and widths.

Her version of a pinstriped-suited sky. I wished
I had a camera. They were in different levels of
long white gauze. And, just about parallel to each

other. I looked back at the horizon, there were
even bigger long ones, with small cotton ball
clouds in front, along with average longer
clouds here and there. Some were white, others

light gray. I noted two of the short strips made
an X. One thinner than the other, but a perfect X.
On the way back regular clouds, had overtaken

them. Through gauze ones, a line cloud was
still visible, in an active yet tranquil art-filled sky.

  Evie Ivy