Through these prisms—
azure blue and amber brown
we see the world in endless hues
We weigh ideas of movement,
space, and time
by waves, lace edged that lap
the Atlantic’s rock strewn shore.
In dark receding eddies
where this aqueous illusion
imbricates reality in wood-grained angles
of sepia yesterdays and indigo tomorrows,
we draw invisibly with pencils of memory
upon a brushwork of dreams.
We each disappear, then return through
washes of earth, sky and water
changed by tide, clouds, and sky.
Entranced with that resplendent light
as it plays through the trees onto
bark bare ground-- behold
summer clouds, snow, eiderdown--
above blue, beneath brown.
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