you look like the diplomacy of sky to me.
i'm sure,
on busy, random days you feel differently-
like
the warfare of rain, some days-
maybe those days.
but to me?
for me?
you lay yourself over green and green,
(the) brownest brown and (breathe)
blue of blue- arch over true and stretch
under black from black,
stars that miss morning.
you hold,
with the careful fingers of Father,
the smallish water of clouds
to me
you look like mornings that ask a question-
horizon queries of Why? and When?
and your calm face,
small smile,
which is not so small,
causes the split, giggly grin.
you look like THAT to me.
like the dawn i get up early to greet
with sleepy smiles and endless answers.
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I haven't read one in a while. I was hoping you'd post a poem soon, and you did. Excellent. :-) I liked it, Anne. Descriptive in feel like that snowflake poem in your journal....first one of yours I read, I'm pretty sure.
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