blue bowl on white-wood windowsill holding the sky
hemisphering an ocean
below as elbow-leant head-held
chin-upward I think you
are here, blue eyes each day
sealing a cosmos before
me in a beautiful swirled bowl
my world left empty, a
potential you to fill my portal
on the world where below
bright cosmos blow sunny
ever after where my eyes
follow the walkway into
the wider, wilder world
beyond
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