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VOWELS WITH MEGAN
A shaft of orange light, unexpected
before the end of
a long gray day
Eel black, luminescent
through the thick green river
I am winter-pale peach,
being, thatched with white and black
O luminous apple-green:
Mutsu, Greening, unripe Mac
YoU are fresh and blue,
tinged with the scent
of summer clover
And Y is it sometimes silver,
sometimes jade,
flickering just on the edge
of visible light?