Fool in the Sky

How many times have I walked out on you?

How many times have I seen you blue?

How many are left?

How many have been?

How many were lost

behind cloud, fog, and wind?

A finite number

of opportunities,

each year,

12 or 13 of these.

No wonder

there’s such wonder

whenever I spy

my old friend

monthly

fool in the sky.

Words and Photo by Mar Startari, copyright 2019

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