A signature sky

When I was a girl my aunty had story for a sky like this one. "God is taking his sheep home," she'd tell me. The mango trees and plumeria grew from the ground around us when the clouds pillowed in a sky like this. She had time for me and over time her memory retains its sweetness. The pillowed, sheep sky and sunflowers in our orchard signed itself, Aunty Lily Sky.