Smoke Ascencio

I am all around,
A rosé shroud that never comes down.
Further I float,
A cloak of smoke, ascending to Ouranos
Past mountains and man,
Above Father Sky, my looming glory hides.
I ebb into smoggy bliss.

Originally published in the 2019 edition of the literary and arts journal, Parley. Featured Photo by eberhard grossgasteiger on Unsplash.

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