Spread over the trees like marmalade,
the wispy tendrils of an evening sky,
far beyond the un-squeezy endless cerulean,
there is no way to express the unending depth
of the sweet warm highlights that play like
effervescent candy on the ballooning tufts,
the smell of pines.
March 26, 2011
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