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(911, what's your emergency?)

The sun had its sky, the sky had its blue, the blue had its clouds, all held to an ensuing loss.

(Sir, you dialed 911, what's your emergency?)

The world had its nectar to offer; stunning mountain ranges, plentiful fields of grain, sustaining waters…

(That's lovely, sir, but how can I help you? Do you have an emergency?)

The sky did then forsake them on this day; widowed of a pristine love bathing them in joy, the weight of it unhappily tumbled down, congregating with one another, mourning…

(This line is for emergency calls only, sir.)

The sun had its sky, the sky had its blue, the blue had its clouds, all gripped in looming collapse.

(I can connect you with the chamber of commerce?)

After the shock of death’s swift alliance with anger they held their heads high and marched onward, all the while in grief’s search they strode past denial and posed the earth's hovering question; Why did the sky abandon our trust? “I’ve never seen people enjoying their husband’s death so much.” screeched the hollow voice of the rigor-mortis-of-rant; the miscreant’s language spilled from an empty breach splintering, once again, the solemn day’s widowed sky.

(Click...)

Copyright © 2006 markrprime/thepoetryman

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(911, what's your emergency?)

Silence...

(Silence?)

Silence...

(How else may I assist you?)

Echo...

(Click.)

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© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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