Watch the Sky
Blue skies reside in photographs,
predating sprawled luxury -
untainted tips of childish thought
with straight priorities.
Drink deep from the stream of warm sun rays -
while gazing up, what do you see?
Behold a muted horizontal haze
that you already breathe.
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