There are several scarfs laying on my lawn chair
They are tangled between the plastic arm rests
Intertwined with the pastel poppies surrounding it
Maybe later today it will be a different color
I will hope to God it hasn't changed
That bloody sky likes to crawl its way into eardrums and fireplaces
We are clapping our hands
An applause to the necks who have stolen my scarfs
Encore!
'We'd love another show'
Says the ruby sky
Soft like my scarfs
