April 9

by C

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poetry

Sun today like honey
like salve

and that breeze
coming off the lake–

crisp bridges
linear and visible

in fullest color
not simply more light

this clarity–
winter has

its own perspective–
a twist of mirrors

and new glass
shifts into focus

a few repurposed shards
illusions of infinity

and then there is this sky

OPTIONAL POETRY