When I slipped on a sidewalk, 

my skull split into a 

fissure. Blue Sky 

saw an opening, 

poured her body 

into my receptive head.

So I went to school 

with a blue head

of cumulus clouds 

floating in my eyes.

In first period, 

I gave a report 

on the black smoke 

that’s branded

the dying limbs 

of our one Earth.

Originally published in Garfield Lake Review, Page 30 (April 2022)