The sky is a canvas of blue
Enclosing the Earth
Pulled taut by the horizon
As nature paints along a curved, cerulean surface
With wide brushstrokes of wind and water
A transitory swirling of wavering awe
Quickly burned away by the sun
An overcast of beauty somehow hidden
Lingering above bouncing heads
Their faces down
Eyes aglow with artificial light
Beneath the unseen painted sky
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2016
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