Robert Verdon, #382, washing blue
through
the crazed and spidery window
of
the laundry of the sky
sheets
and dresses billow
an
infant lifts a bag
of
washing blue by the string
which
for a yawning instant,
so
grounded and so high,
seems
like the breath of ages
to
hold in everything
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ReplyDeletenice to see
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but for me
in shanghai
once a month
mostly grey, eh? :)
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