peering deeply
blue sky yonder
allowing thoughts
gathering wander

consider prudence
in all her virtue
perhaps a goddess of a future time
leaving us hapless
twisting restraint over impulse

blurry and vague
fuzzy and broken
figures appear
right there in the open

a swirling mixture
of scales and bicuspids
and strange metal beings
with surfaces rusted

names suit them not

a healing breeze of emerald green
dries the waters
of every silent tear