Enid had never been nude
She thought perhaps it was rude
But now, without a care, bare booty in the air
this prude was in a lewd mood
©2014
“Paint me Your portrait,”
said the boy to the sky
But it was ever changing and he couldn’t see why
Until he lived a little
Carried joy and loss and hope
So he could see
the strokes of Thee
come from a larger scope
He cannot see the weather
Til it’s right there at his door
Like mortal faces
Hide their traces
The sky is hiding more.
© 2015
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