the blue muse

sometimes all you can do is observe

and listen

the mirage makes two halves whole

and there is beauty

symmetry

balance

.

the slightest ripple

will change the effect

the map of motion

pushing onward

like the silence

of dawn’s

bold promise

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The cardinals sit outside my window eating kisses.

Blue sky and autumn chill, anemone and silence.

We are all whispering this morning,

the flowers to each other,

and me to myself.

Trying not to wake

the afternoon.

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.

almost awake

green and gold

almost blue

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she wore a veil of clouds

to the dance

disguised as life

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beneath a fairy umbrella

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