the sky is a silk
scarf
pink and white, draped
loosely
across the arms of blue.
the sun
sinks, the sun dissolves,
the sun
does whatever it wants
to do.
like me, like you, in
the long run, we pick
and choose
the colors we paint with.
the image we create,
what we want to be true.
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