Oye!

Oh,
you  saw
the
hurried
lines
in the
sky too?
Hazy
light and
blues
embracing
the
puff puff
give
that
the clouds
dictate
every
now and then.
We’re
almost there
amigo!
It’s too
tall
of an
order to
simply
wait to
be told.

Oye! Oye!
Oye!Oye!

Our days
are
numbered,
but
not the
memories
that
chase
us.

M.C. Davis