Day Twenty-One
In scatter-time
moments,
swelling yellow-
olive odium.
Or the green-
pea quease
of scarlet rising,
If every
sleep-fiend
smother-blue
night shade
crawls, tight
violet at
your collar,
Feel the breeze
with this;
They are rainbows
tailing rainfall.
Light, in
the squall.
See /
Swallow
this cool
Strawb'ry blush.
The harmonite,
Forget-Me-Not,
Sea-Greenity
of it all.
Permit
a breadth
of rainbow
overlooping.
You're okay.
I like this, the half-rhymes and the colours. In places it's like holding a breath, waiting for the wave to wash over.
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