Lime Wash 2

Blue haze to golden shower.
The blinds filter triangles of light,
which stretch. Curtains in the still life
of another morning robbed
of color. Green passes,
returns, outside the smattered smokey glass.
Twitters outside. It's morning.
Spring, the creator.
Winter knows how to drain.

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Dribble taste on soft earth.
Fashion heat on sun flare nodes.
Can you feel merry old England
while you're ditching your nephew in Harlem?