Poetry: “Blue-Sky Thinking” by Salvatore Difalco
The face in the cloud speaks to me. “I see you down there, grinding away. I prefer floating. I prefer drenching.” O Spring, the imagination runs wild! A fine line separates fancy and insanity, like I don’t know. Now it fucking rains. The face in the cloud, darker now, chides me for forgetting my umbrella. […]
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