she stares above the cloud
platinum
and lining the familial distance;
painters pallet
hosting platform for brush,
stir and echo . . .
stroke and resonate . . .
torture the smile -
leave hesitant hair
shading the eye from night complete
the pretty head tilt
submission, there is something
else not lost ,
not taken over, not ambushed.
an amalgamation
time and sight,
it works that way day and night.
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