by
Mary D. Midkiff
from
She Flies Without Wings
She is merlot
and ocean.
She is twilight and winter sky.
She is lilac and china.
She is crushed
leaf and thin air.
She is mountain haze and blueberry.
She is amber and slate.
She is grackle
and jay.
She is ink and lake.
She is steam and cicle.
Once orange.
Pink throughout.
Darkness fell in.
Cold came out.
Hard on
the ground.
Forest and sand.
Lightness touched down.
Lava and fountain.
Joined in
air.
The perfect being.
Lands with us.
Crimson here.
Sapphire
cave.
Steel in stone.
Tailwinds blow.
Always in the eye.
Horses are
purple.
A natural
blend.
Spiral music.
Dappled plum.
Cardinal sky.
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