The sky was
weird. All navy-tinted
Jet-plane
passing; finger-printed
What’s that
blob of turquoise there?
Who knows?
The UFOs won’t care
If we spot their
skyday hoons…
They know we’ll
say they’re just- balloons
Ah, see that
dazzling portal’d light?
They’ll scoot
on through
and
out
of
sight
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