
The dawns and dusks
are pinks
and pearls
I study them:
when I first get up as I look to see if my sprinklers are working
from my car window on my way home to keep myself from looking at my phone
through the trees as I place plates on the table for dinner
How glad I am that I am not a painter
I don’t need to use my skills and tools to try to remanufacture the sky