colors

i try to hold onto you but your colors keep

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even as my lotus hand reaches to part the veil
your smile becomes a kaleidoscope,

a c h e s s b o a r d,

the blue-orange flash
of a kingfisher wing,
an island of hibiscus and
soul-cradling

h
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m
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c
k

faith is as much a part of
my world as
green eggs and ham
you see

and even the pope
sometimes rides behind

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