I’ve watched the sky burn
many times, in my lifetime.
It was always the deal
for the hapless and the poor.
But it is not for everybody.
Even though some try to erase
perfection after perfection.
There are some who move
beyond the domes of old faces.
And see life turned upward.
Sweeping, and no longer
tied at the mouth.
To know even this makes
everything more bearable.
A Wandering Poet 