Friday, August 10, 2012

Mo(u)rning Dew

The sky was bluish-gray
more blue
than gray...

maybe glue?

My brain couldn't decode
what my eyes were seeing:

happiness being found
in misplaced things;
misplaced happiness -

the mast
the sails
the millions of trees

that aren't speckling
the ocean;

the forest in the boat on the sea.

Some exaggerations
some understatements
some both.

A vision - quite like you -

that got too vivid
too perfect
too beautiful
to bear.

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