Purple Gray
Or rather
this morning
The night sky is purple gray
Unlike what
romantic poems say
I can't tell
if it's the light
beaming from streetlamps
intruding on the night
the man-made
piece of day
because the stars
were not enough
Or the gloomy storm clouds
an endless swath of gray
that have descended
on sunny LA
it seems
they are here to stay
Stifling the vastness
Of the open sky
Either way
Via light pollution
Or climate change
Yet another thing
we humans
Have ruined
posted on: https://youngwritersproject.org/node/33561
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