The bowl of sky
puts all my words
to shame
painted with clouds
thin as breath
enhancing color
with their lack
jewel, inverted marble
reflecting us
above, behind, through
leaves too green to
exist
but in dreams
stirred by breath
of memory, framing
skeletons of trees
who have forgotten
to dance.
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