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pale

Posted to Action Poetry




i will count the skies,
capture winds,
name them blue or quick
or me.

wrap my fingers
around the tender foundation
of life's finest hour
pre-dawn,
breaking on soft shores
of cloud white sand.

bleach air,
pull the pigments from the
sound. dye the silence
paler than the morning's
breast, rising and falling.

the horizon coughs:
orange explosion,

our lull latches on
to purple
and sinks.