you are usually beautiful
from this close still too far away
today amid a passel of young observations
the color limber forms a little frame
moon curve left in small sky
chapters unread that might still hurt
a flyleaf touched
I look directly into shifting cloud beneath the light
a seraphic breadth unbudgeted who cares
this moment of elastic here unrushed
from this close still too far away
i love it.
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