What was Azure, you ask me
I point to the sky; it is summer and all clear
tell you this is how it reflects over water
the weather
you ask me further
how it makes me feel, this shadowing of sky and ocean
like a fairy-tale, I answer
a good start of one, at least
this is how we communicate
these days, on the sky, on colors
on a basic shade of the rift that was
where fish once swam between us
carried over-broken food for small finned daughters
how does it feel then, when the sky turns Celeste
another shade of the same blue?
like a gap is closing, a start of a fair-tale, a good one this time.
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