i
this is my sketch in light blue
if I speak clearly,
you may see streaks of sky
ii
sailing in the distance
there’s a weeping song
but that was yesterday’s emotion
iii
wake me up when
loneliness reaches Paris,
sips a raspberry cocktail
and blows milky smoke
over an unpacked suitcase
iv
if an ocean
could waltz inside of me
it would have
sherbet storms
that hurl lines of thought
onto your living room wall
Gold trophy winner
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