Excuse Me

“Sky above Clouds by Georgia O’Keaffe”
imagine if lily pads were white
the polka dot of ponds
& frogs glare-blind, still blinking

that’s what I see
on a wandered Sunday
when yellow is the primary fruit

seven cockatoos splay a bush &
like big white magnolia flowers
they oblige the afternoon with glowing

& above the tower’s pulpit 
those fine flat-bottomed 
clouds suctioned to nothing

doubling down on happiness
while the currawongs sing
“excuse me!” to the sky

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