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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