Something of a Mural

A spectacular world is what I would expect to see

Every time I place myself in its way

Such as today

Beauty had claimed the skies more than I could believe

I was standing outside sometime

In the afternoon

When I took a drag of a cigarette

And I Gazed up

And I saw

That the atmosphere had been painted with several hues.

An orange haze was the first that shown

No doubt it was a polluted glow

Low it lay

in the streets it crawled

Guilt I felt for all of you

As I placed the butt to my lips

The smoke lingered and hissed

A prophetic scowl

Its silvery veil could not hide the amount

Of darkened grey beyond

That was the clouds

Floating above the orange tress of smog

Dowsed with tears it must have been

As I never felt so warm within

To see the earth so full of tension

I know now that alone I am not

I glanced at the ground

Blew smoke from my mouth

The cigarette slipped

And rolled carelessly down

Then I took a fresh breath

Or so much as was available

And I Gazed up

And I saw

That sky was not dark at all

It seemed to me

Cheering already

As an azure eye peeped

Out of the cloudy sheen

Through the rusty screen

And I could see it was much happier than me

Or at the very least

Had an eye that was clearer than mine

An eye clearer than light

I had never expected to see such a sight

As a painting in the skies

A slab of warm

Overridden by a neutral plight

And the blue eye of a peeping tom

All blended and brilliant

Radiant and supercilious  

It deserves to be left alone