An Observation in a Dimly Lit Parking Lot
The evening sky was a wadded pair of old jeans.
The dark-navy fabric had inconsistencies,
pale streaks between deep-blue wrinkles.
Cloudy residue from His washing dotted.
the twilight vista only to return to splotchy pockets.
The dusky mountains served as dust-stained cuffs.
Slashes of thinness revealed lighter and lighter shades,
giving me glimpses of exposed flesh.