Like Me

Palms pressed high
On windowed sky—
Strong blue, soft white,
I see.

Clouds’ design
Is ragged line—
Strong blue, soft white,
For me.

Care’s not there,
Nor guns of air;
Strong blue, soft white,
Is free.

Caught in frame,
Not caught—the same—
Strong blue, soft white,
Like me.

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