about my ears. they are not sun colored
but deep blue and cold.
not yet warmed to the idea of
puffy white clouds and flowers
with a slap to my ears
they buffet me about
drifting across the streets
pulled by the wind that tugs
at my hair and the jacket
I so wisely wore.
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