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Pulled to
the side of a
Mist grey highway
I leaned into a
Temporary lover,
We shared a snapshot sky:
Bargain yellow and riot orange
Back, back to a
Melting fuschia
Foreground insect green
With fists-of-gold hay
In monumental twinkie rolls
Turned around and a
Milk moon sits in
A stone sky.
My eyes aren't big enough
To see the picture.
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