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blue between
in a cloud they make morning
it's a first thing
the light
and it goes all day
a cloud scatter for far and still
plump like so much fleece to
harvest
frayed to float
whom we each for island pass
far far above
and deep below
day comes to the world down
there
and it's day up here too
sky struck
as we all are
with the
light
and it goes on all day
we're drowning in it till we dream
set out among the stars
Quite beautiful. Your poem today and Kerri's. Thank you both!
ReplyDeleteThis is a stunner Kit - and hey "blue between' would be a great title for a collection too.l
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