Grey
is the Dawn, opening

the book
of a new day

the rainbow
an esplanade, traversing

the sky's rim.

sky
is a blue-like veil
hung in suspense, leaping

over
day's painted cumuli
and cirrus white-

white as starched linen
or crisp paper

crisper
than the green
and regal grass, stalking

the silent hill.

ENOCH JOHN

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