Anodyne Of Air
mellifluous was the morning
no nicotine crutch hobbling
the rhythm of soft samba light
pure gesso snow falling
in 2/4 time
gray anatomy ,
a wallflower lining the horizon,
resigned
the Goya reds, yellows, pinks, greens
and even blues find favor
in this new canvas I don
dawn's sweet tones
painting possibilities
with a cardinal's song
in the cold anodyne of air
i breathe sweetly at last
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