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About This Poem
Ocular Floaters
Vacant but for
minute shadows,
I’d mistaken
for clouds
our sky has lied
again; it is
only blue;
chastely blue.
No longer do you
wait secretly
behind celestial
skeins of dust.
You are only in my eyes.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
September 16, 20012
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