I look to the sky, seeing nitrogen, oxygen,
argon, water, and light.

“The biggest white mass,” you ask,
“What do you see it as?”

To me, it seems a pirate ship.
To you, it seems a house.

We have on our hands: a person,
another,
a difference, and each of these three
is pretty.

But you look to the sky, seeing rock, clay,Read More »