Bio in the Sky
Skywriting life in images, improved
By flourishes, my style is prettified,
That twist on each descendant well-controlled.
(--No one's approaching, Memory. Exhale!--)
Skywriting's all dream-dusted, iced on blue--
Like ghosts no horse will bear. Valves regulate
This airshow billboarding my parents, not
Exposed before like gods. Allowances
Come first. Spray-point my Mom. Come hitch her up
To model height: a famous diva tufted
Ring-tossing love our way, streamed harmony
We might expect to hear near rainbowed curls.
My father's plume-smoked features lit with love
Almost appear as I back up to what
I missed: affection gaining on itself,
Creating the illusion someone's pleased
Possessing me. These masks refuse to hold,
Become safe haze, while shrinking, curved towards earth,
Whose gravity foils some ideas. This realm
Has high rewards yet nothing's closely held.
My smoke-jets off, I fly past our old house,
Gaze through lowered sights. Who loves there now?
Steam wept on panes as darkness skinned green boughs.
Author: LindaAnn LoSchiavo
Photo Credit: ah.life on Unsplash
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