Grey
is the Dawn, opening
the book
of a new day
the rainbow
an esplanade, traversing
the sky's rim.
sky
is a blue-like veil
hung in suspense, leaping
over
day's painted cumuli
and cirrus white-
white as starched linen
or crisp paper
crisper
than the green
and regal grass, stalking
the silent hill.
ENOCH JOHN
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