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As though shadow had every though shadow
It had every right-it did-to darken every right -and it did--
The common noon, there was lowered mundane grays
(Lilacs, mauves, moss greens like trees!) of cotton unrolling
To quilts unrolling, unrolling to quilts of shade. Choking
Back one last spoke of one
Last spoke of ashen (pale as silence) sun,
Such an albatross of clouds troubled a sky that bore the burden
Of an albatross of clouds (those greens!)
Copyright © Ilyse Drost | Year Posted 2006
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