Change of Decorations

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
The clouds blowing in to the blank gray sky
Cloud under cloud under cloud under cloud
Looking at each tree we wonder what's allowed
Aesthetically, where we wax very sly
And why not, as the man hauls it away
We prepare to ride into a darkening day
A man sits talking on a house-stoop nearby
On his phone, as old Easter decor ages
In flower beds beside, in various stages
Of decay, and we but for a moment wonder why
With but a glance unmet from the empty lot
We roll gently from our parking slot
Past talking man and house we fly
Past store and church, past morn and noon
Into storm and evening, replacing soon
The clouds blowing in to the blank gray sky.

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