I Don’t Know What Distance Means Any More

Steam behind the dry cleaners
rises up toward the low clouds
coloring the evening sky
but in the distance behind
the buildings, wires, steam and clouds
the real color of the sky
is still blue but the blue sky
is in the distance behind
the buildings, wires, steam and clouds.

These words feel so far away
but my camera is here
right here in my hand in front
of my face and I don’t know
what distance means any more
but I think the real blue sky
is trying to tell me why
these words feel so far away
when I wish they were right here.

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