Verisimilitude

A gray and sullen sky is up there
I cannot paint all those birds back
Into a seeming blue sky, tiny dots
On the painted canvas of the world.
Since I have to maintain proximity
With truth, a verisimilitude of no birds
When no sun, but just white clouds.
I wonder why in the name of God
Facts always come accomplished.

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