Sky doesn’t look for solutions,

It has adapted to non-equivalency,

To partisanship and that

Accretion of deficiency.

Her plaintive scarves fade.

From one floral embellishment

To another then a serendipitous,

Whimsical cumulus completion.

An efficient wizard tried to cast spell.

With a gossamer of warm smiles and modesty,

Some distant cobwebs weaken,

Such curious quadratics might,

Not leave her whole.