edges
By samhennig
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Can't remember what
happened,
keep thinking about it.
Clear what it is?
Sky is that
blue,
like it should be;
white edges
darkening almost imperceptibly,
scattering of cotton wool clouds intercepted by
a single plane
cutting its metal track.
Leaves fill trees;
vibrant green,
like they should be,
each one with its own charm,
burnt, crippling edges;
thriving capillaries
running paths out to
extremities.
things that
happened
but all I see is your
face,
distant familiarity,
like everything is as it should be;
cracks exist but I can't
Perceive them.
Sun floods reds and greens through stained glass,
in the frail window
of your front door.
It dapples your features,
your crooked nose
becoming straight; distortion.
Garden in full bloom;
points of colour
at frequent intervals
amid the lush,
overwhelming greens.
beyond
there is no place,
so I take it as it is.
Its own broken beauty.
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