a flower by any other name...-
but, under-lit
by a setting sun
suspended in transparence
(not a color, not a detail, barely a glaze)
bitumen in lavender
the shape and lucency of urchins in flight
(the sky an upturned pot
holding a film of deep underwater)
-facing up diving downward
balancing in a reverie of patterned form.
in a minute the set sun will snap the image
and fold memory within
the eye's upturned palm-
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