Green tea hard tack morning
Grey metal bands tighten across the sky
This mind, those clouds,
Are one.
You wore a blue jacket and skirt
And sat with your true love.
The air was an evergreen hue,
And the storm was gathering.
The clouds are tightening.
Electric flares strike across the dome.
I'll sleep beneath Patagonian icebergs
With a Bengal tiger at my feet.
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