a skin is light it
set across my page.
I saw pores plump
with a corona.
Or, perhaps it was
padded with the rings of
a rock, a gas, a liquid
something kicked back
and up and floating
along an invisible quilt.
I smile at the
page that is pregnant
with the sun, soft
salutation, so I
see it set,
and the page is dim.
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