Stillness in the flow,
sitting gray beneath
a blinding sun,
Unsettled by a turgid silence,
Laughter hangs
delicately on chapped lips
Like dew drops poetry-poised
On a white morning.
Angst gives way to
a mottled nothingness,
Pock-marked with holes through
which one can see
The red heart coloured
blue by rainbows.


 

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