' whims on my paper boats '
inverting winter's viduity
this highway is a golden ray
changing lingos of the earth's spin
a warm cadence of gypsy winds
all icy unspoken sorrows
become warblers or the swallows
in a festival of twitters
the banter of aster petals
ripples home a blue resonance
distant yachts like boats of paper
etched with the solar alphabet
of a summer day's nostalgia ..
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