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What Color is the Sky

A.J. Huffman

in the world you live in? I think
these words to myself, sometimes slipping,
actually letting them articulate from my tongue.
I look around at the bubble-headed baboons
milling around me and cannot believe they made it
through the morning, let alone half a lifetime
in any type of tangible reality.

The poor dimwitted cashier who looks at me
with deer-in-headlights terror when I hand her
$20.10 for my $9.60 total. Her fingers shaking
as I soothe her, reinforce in child-like tones that
it’s okay, just punch it in, you’ll see.

My niece who calls me, all excited. She just got
a great deal on a car from a dealership. The grown-up
version I’ve been telling her it’s time she buys. It just needs
a small filter. Her boyfriend is going to change it tomorrow.
The car is being towed to her house now. It doesn’t run
without the filter. She wants me to come
and see it, thinks I will be proud.

How do they get themselves dressed each day, let alone hold
down jobs, raise children?
I wonder, shaking my head
to relieve the pressure or maybe to knock something loose
that will explain it all, make me understand.

I go to the flea market, buy dozens of pairs
of sunglasses, all in varying shades of rose.
Putting them on, my eyes still see
a sky of variegated blue, gray
creeping in from the south. How appropriate,

I think, it’s going to rain.



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