Icicle prisms
Sparrow’s trill, a winter dirge
Light, the rainbow-bridge
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A powder-blue parallelogram, like an unplanted—field, broken
Blue-black ink flows from the pen
A string of sapphires, dawn’s bejeweled horizon, smoke curls off the tongue
The trumpet wails in mourning
The azure summer, naked in the cloudless sky, a flight of sparrows composing
The poetry of shadows
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