Looking north. Candy floss clouds
suspended in a Michaelangelo blue sky.
John Martyn on the CD player
singing of Nick whatsit's solid air.
The green outside is dappled
with the lavender of jacaranda
here and there. Is that you
I can just see on the far horizon?
The chickens seem to be
distracting your attention
but I caught your wave
and saw you smiling.
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