The March Sky

The leaves are gone,
Cast away by the unhappy fingers
Of a winter sky.

The brick is bright,
Glowing against the mesmerizing blue
Of the March sky.

So many divots
And textures mar the sides of the bricks
Like a lime floating on the ocean.

I would pluck the lime from the sky
And let the bricks fall deeper
Into the ocean’s abyss

If I could float, like the bricks,
Alongside all those clouds
In the sky.