Blue.
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I sink and sink and there is no bottom.
White tugs like an albino albatross.
Pure and hollow, bone-singed edges worn smooth as melted ice cream.
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I was most interested in the holes in the bones,
what I saw through them, particularly the blue
from holding them up in the sun against the sky….
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The wide expanse of sun-drenched pelvis: horse, cow, ram, deer.
I am so close to its side, it dominates the space and my attention.
It’s like a shell at water level.
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And beyond, Pedernal, usually a dark line on the horizon,
casts blue shadows into the close distance held against a slight blue sky.
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Greys on greys, squints of brown, rinsed to mauve.
Follicles intrude over the seascape.
Fly, wave, fly, tow me airwards.