I wait for you, my darling sky.I wait for you to pull out your palette,inviting the world to stop breathingjust for a moment, to look up and out,to breathe in the glory, the energy.You hide your son so well, coveringhis flesh with a shroud of color– lemonyellow, orange, a shade of blue I’venever seen. Salmon,…

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