blue red blue red blue red
what thieves these arrogant birds
same as blue sky that’s the color
of their eyes city buildings
sway as if the wind
held a pencil seagulls swarming
above a lake of numbers without
equations for these feelings all
wonder and fire all silence and love
and who should ask but the falling
snow how footsteps matter
the sun is a rubber band elastic
as light but not as plastic as the dark

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