to George Gershwin: "I Sing of Thee"

Another day in the life. What life, it is a on going question.

The crowd opens to elephants, dancing in the street in odd formations; pink and yellow eyes. I am interested and i follow down some small scattered streets this caravan of noise and color.  There is a loving moon over head, a loving moon because she is still mellowed and hasn't fully taken over from the sun.

I think of someone away and assume the same celestial pattern is happening, but I doubt it. The world cascades in opaque fashions, and I understand the curve will not allow the same visual of the same sky. I hope it might be, but perhaps not.