The Highway for Perfume

Bob, ,

The sun sits
Barefoot in the April snow,

Picks up flames and learns the geometry
Of turn and spiral, heliotrope and new wing,

Wears the highway for perfume.

The sun is no bigger -I swear-
Than your bare feet in the April snow.

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