A germ in the air,

a color of motion

weaving song of dance in a field

where winds lift summer

while holding hands with short seasons.


The life of the ocean presses

out an Egyptian blue,

splashing ankles captured in sand

where smiles reflect like diamonds.


Long clouds,

the ones like blankets

lay flat high above,

signaling the day’s end

but not dreams.




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