The sky enters our lives daily and always. Brushing our eyes

the sky comes from afar and washes us in its blue

It’s blue that dampens our bones


and lays them out side by side like a xylophone

Listen! We can hear the wind rattle blue rattles/ rattling blue bones

Crack them open! With what seeps into our fingers


we trace lines down each others face and arms,

and putting blue fingertips to lips,

we taste sky, we swallow blue in all its rosy shades,


in all its greenness, whispering sky, sky, sky



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