The Sky Dyes Its Hair

They sold shampoo

to a frog

the frog had no hair

but it had skin

and skin

is enough

to be cleaned

The fish wore

a swimming costume

to the pool

and looked at us

the way experts look

at beginners

Shakespeare

simply shook

his ears

long enough

and became

shakespeare

The sky

changes its clouds

every morning

by evening

it dyes them

pink and orange

we call it sunset

it calls it

a fresh look

Birds have feet

and feet deserve shoes

tiny ones

with tiny laces

they would wobble

and we would forgive them

everything

even the falling gifts

from above

“Why don’t birds

wear pads?”

someone asked

the sky said nothing

the birds said nothing

the pavement

said everything

Santa is bound

by clauses

he signed them

long ago

in the cold

deliver joy

or lose the sleigh

no sick days

no excuses

just the night

and all those rooftops

They named it

sea shore

not sea sweet

because the sea

never quite learned

to be gentle

the shore

is only

its best attempt

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