Bright blue sky

winks in its sapphire gauze,

teasing. The warmth

is yet to come. The escape

is yet to come.

When these white lozenges melt,

due to the sun’s palpable tongue,

and reveal their brown undercoats,

I will climb over them

and sing into the breezes

and become a wild man-

relishing in this freedom-

if only temporarily.

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