” That day “


when the light of the day sits

pensive and dull

you begin to mourn

the flowers

that yesterday sang

brilliant hues of red and violet

and the spray of ocean

waters burned salt into

your eyes, and you cried

not because you

mourned the day

but because the sky was

seamless blue and the day

held you suspended

in warm light.


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