Overhead the clouds obscured the sun
Putting mute the prism’s ability to split light into colors
That didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the thing
It allowed her to see shapes in mind-bending ways
Causing her to giggle with delight
And when the sun finally did come out…
Light was cleaved into a rainbow, and she got to be a leprechaun. Now where was that gold?
Reaching down, she scooped up a handful of the deep dark soil
Old smells of peat and fertilizer mingled with aromas of earth and moisture
Overhead, the sun poured light down, saturating the field
The seeds there were snuggling underneath their cozy brown blanket
So many people wondered why she chose to be a farmer, but this was where she had her…
Cold permeated the air as it dripped through the walls.
His teeth chattered comically, so he put on a third sweatshirt.
It couldn’t get more miserable. could it?
Looking at the water pipes overhead, yes, it could.
Leaving his basement, he contemplated the empty fireplace.
Yeah, maybe he didn’t need the couch anymore.
Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape
Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors
That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there
Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead
Meandering through the tall grass
Enjoying the soft sunlight trickling from the cloud speckled sky
All while admiring the punches of flowery color
Dotting the serene landscape
Overhead hawks played among the updrafts
Winding down a perfect day
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The descent into the underground left Tyler feeling uneasy
Until now the journey had been theoretical, a nightmare that could happen
But now Tyler stood while overhead there was millions of pounds of dirt and rock
Everything would be all right. Just stay calm. But then the lights went out…
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Resting in your bed, you look up
Overhead you have shelter
Outside is kept in its place
For that, you can be grateful
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Dim stars twinkled from far overhead
Overwhelming ancient history is written in those heavens
Mary contemplated how her short existence fit in all of that
Eventually, she embraced her cousins since they were all made of the dust of creation
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Floundering in the fog, looking for anything familiar
Overhead the moon peers down, but she can’t see me
Unable to get my bearings I just decide a direction and march
Nearer to a destination, come what may
Determined to discover where I have been hiding
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