A softening of syllables,
a bright blur
on the vegetables,
the humidity we listen in
perceptible, and the sky behind
dip-dyes to blue.
Concrete made a city
of our scenery, but the morning
is yielding, otherworldly,
and the distance, however real, thins
to see-through, interrupted
by the air between.
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