Seen

The sun has pinned the sky
Against the hottest unforgiving heavens,
Bluest butterfly
Now fallen out the jar.

I see you clearer now
Than we can ever see ourselves.
I read your life by braille.

The ocean only earns its reputation for awe
In thoughts beneath the recovering moon.
The sweeter air
Is creeping quietly
Across the morning mountain trail.

- 4/20/26

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