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A candy sky. A drink
of sunset. The summer daughter
Rose de Young, her hands absolving
landscapes, so sings.
Rabbits in the grasses. A sky
imbibed, the dark's intoxication.
So stumble in your evening.
So wait for fireflies.
Little light kisses
for your eyes.

A wait, a night.
A wing, a way.
A curved horizon, trees hiding between stars
and so surprised. Another sister
dances, unseen. The wind
is for you body, not your mind. When the eye
is drunk on darkness she walks
beside you, out of sight.

When pools and symbols drape shadows
with laughter.
When wind and light pass by
unrecognized.
Then so.