"dOW JONEs"
A patch of outer space's yellow and green.
Far up in the sky as could be seen.
As high as a weather satellite can fly.
Mighty high!...
Will it snow?
Only if you know.
Today it may.
Or It may be another day.
What your say?
As far as I can discern it's of no concern.
Will it rain tomorrow?
I don't follow.
The weather is opaque and hollow.
The Gods cry, in all their sorrow.
I can even hear an echoing sky.
As their tears roll by...
Jon Billet - 01.21.16
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