that dark cold blue
Winter day, under a short tree
The quick hurried steps
That dark cold blue light
Drawn out by a fleeting glimpse
The light entered me
Stayed and lived in me
There are certain lights, so short
One can see them only sometimes
Crouching low, tilting the head up
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