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She yelled for brighter angels
new-found graces where ice breaks down
in floes of genius apparently this happens
often in parts outside the comfort zone
I establish a point of view in flight where
the black of the tree line is wholly consumed
in the darkest of lilacs which is the sky
I crane magnificently arced till I bow
can break but ply instead into supple
curves and apogees without crescendo
calliopes play children’s refrains
I stretch for ever brass rings
asleep in our meadow this slow rainy night
nestled under straw atop coarse blankets
slender lavender crowns in lieu of white pillows
of linen delicately tatted lace pressed deliciously
against my cold cheek I release in waves
while I lengthen myself along the tufted frame of the universe
my feet touched by long grass

© Chagall 2014