Floating, the pangs of

Clouds curdle

across the sky,

and rightly so.

You can't have just

anyone claiming such

colors as their own.

Power belongs maintained

- in windowless buildings,

collapsed in attaché  cases

and ironed after dry-cleaning.

Not given out,

willy-nilly --

left in the hands

of parties with-

out hands.

Bumbling, mumbling, directionless

to the whims of the wind

-[m]