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Out of Sight
tell me a color
I'll say
something
juicy
to you
I picked
my favorite fruit
by palate
hues too
bare feet shed
more than dead skin
exposed limbs
transport knowledge
The Nature of Things
tangible
and intangible
unknotting
wisdom happens in the course of incidents
through touch
and YouTube
a scholar of humbleness
and chance
that suits me alright
earth burns
nose detects it
your dinner is ash
wind spits fireballs
your face feels insulted
gloves are functional
for that cold which can both murder and preserve
drapes discourage your voyeurism
I won't catch the peepers
can't imagine you outside the lights of fruits flowers
flavors
or the kiss of seasons
the glossary of onomatopoeia
similes
and metaphors
but I think of you
picked out pretty window covers
-a passionate plum-
for your advantage
keep a well-perfumed lawn too
and this bouquet of yesterday-today-&-tomorrows
like the hedge of saints' prayers
prunes the darkness
found in you
Copyright ©
Trina Layne
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