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.