Some prefer the sunshine
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
The beauty of blue skies
I prefer the subtle
Of atmospheric sighs
But every now and again
The sun shines through
For weeks, or months
Shape
Beauty
Insight
Possibility
The friends we can make
Of broken friends
Surprise and delight
Like a lover
Or a mentor
Smokey atmosphere
Acrid in my nose
Stinging my eyes
Clogging my lungs