We had to wait. Both Him and I,
for raging winds to cease and allow-
soft puddles of shifting hue:
Jade emeralds,
Plum wine,
taxi yellow;
whispering together, their colourful voices mingling:
green slithers into the hot breath of red's maniacle cackle,
and yellow crackles like fireworks, zipping away in ecstasy across the sunset strip
of Sky, blue, deep, hollow in its warbling cry,
purple...
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