Saturday
A Poem
Jun 16, 2021
The sky was scarred on saturday,
From the hot and cruel burns of yesterday.
The burns left a discolored mess,
An incomplete rainbow across her chest.
I marveled from the ground in awe of the sight,
Unaware that those colors commenced from a fight.
Out of shame, the sky wrapped herself in the cloud.
Out of shame her tears fell, heavy and loud.
The wet scent of sorrow surrounded the air,
Yet the world put up their guards as if they didn’t care.
Her cries were silenced by the many parasols,
And so they disappeared like released aerosols.
Niles Jones
