Parachute, Opening

A blue sky's full of

possibilities, of four winds,

or is it eight? Sunlight

fragile as daffodils.

The flinty earth lies down

among its oceans, parched

and patchwork as if soil

were just a quilt

of comfort.

Sing me how

a silken bulb

may be.

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