Sunday, July 20, 2014

View from a panic resolved

It must have been a window with cracks from then.
Blue and light green glass offer a blurred salvation

with open arms. In the sky, reflections in the mirror
say otherwise. Simple binoculars birth a Gemini foci

to blur the truth. A fluorescent chartreuse triangle but
mums the word. Crying is a cold way easily ducked.

That leap would do but oh! the crunchy crunch below.

This gray afternoon will have to take care of itself,
with a deep inhale I might just swallow the clouds.

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