A Sky
Is there no way to see the
Scorched, scoreless, serious Syrian
Sky blue—across it
A carrier pigeon flies from Damascus
To Sidon (Toghtekin to al-Assad)—
‘Fatimids sending forces’—across
Cymbal-crash-bright, deep, clear azure, clean
As swiss of hot sword on whetstone ringing
Across crusade sky?
A Sky
Is there no way to see the
Kapiti sky’s five-mile-high stretcht-wool-
Arabic saad-saad-faa: ص ص ف
virga-born paraphs and
sublimed cirrus (horsehair
(ice)) clouds (send sun back out, seal in
infrared like fat poplar
crampt into roof and gable);
to see shifting north a mile or two below
swift shady zeppelins far
above a low long clumped cumulous bridge
from nowhere to nowhere
o’er offing (Key to Norman:
we’ll flag Kyoto.)?
Yes, see the imminent, Einsteinian sky:
observation changes nothing.