A sheath of blue
Lighter than the sky
Fingers these
For giving
Hands
With a stingy
Touch
There is comfort
In a pale
Beyond
Neighbors can't
Solicit
Is it morning
Or death that comes in sheets
Each day getting further
Towards
Oscuro
Rolling in
A fog
Enveloping this
Lighter
Lost to deeper
Blue
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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