A throwback Thursday, perhaps? Here’s one I loved from a few years back that many of you may have not seen. Cheers.
When you leave,
feathery clouds of chemical
are left behind.
A biological breadcrumb trail
that hopscotches the sky;
what a lovely way to say goodbye.
Nefarious lover
testing out your latest poisons
with a stealthy morning pass
that itches my weekdays
like a cradle cap rash.
Look at you,
influencing my emotions
like weather events.
Psychological warfare
camouflaged as tiny clouds
of connect-the-dot air.
I didn’t ask
for artificial ozone,
miniature cotton balls of exhaust
saturated in last night’s
inhumane humidity.
Take my air temp;
I’m already ambient.
You’re left seeding
barrels of exotic weaponry,
while I’m busy cloudbusting,
crystals pointed skyward,
shadowed in your wake.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Ooh, I love the interesting imagery!
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Thank you, Paula. 💜
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Some intriguing descriptions from among the clouds! Beautifully written, K – really transports the reader there 🙂
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Thank you, Tom. So glad this one helped you take flight. 💜
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Chem trails are nothing more than water condensate from airliner engines.
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OMG – I absolutely love this post! I was so excited when I saw the title and this piece did not disappoint!!! So creative with truth echoing through every line! Made my night reading this, brilliantly done 🤍🤗
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love the playful imagery; love too Lana Del Ray’s song:)
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