Sitting in the Park with You

O blood
how could you be so apparent? Is it
an Indian summer or
the lover to my side, or—
I pause to cover my head
still, hands bluish
a colony of blue
a sky of breath beneath
my gaze—the taste
of my tranquil heart.

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