Rays
risen, framed by our childhood dreams,
palms seeking to high-five a sky
so far beyond us as to be an ocean
of light, full of Koi-shaped clouds
swimming in a blast of orange dust.
drenched in a rush of morning rain,
the overturn and rejuvenation it brings
to everything that breathes and dwells
below. And we are rested in this time,
while the sun bleaches the sea rocks white.
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