333. Fidelity

I sent him
orange sky songs

and I wondered
what he would give me
in return

maybe
some pirouetting summer winds

he sent me
shards of his lazy sky
in shades of familiar vermilion

and I stared
and told him
how really really similar
our skies look

are they siblings -
our skies?

or do they just
hail from the same place
where everyone
has similar indistinguishable features
helping build stereotypes?

or
is she --
is she
the same con-woman
pretending
to be two things
in two places
at once?

is the sky
two-timing us,
love?