recover (me)

return to me,
silver lining – you
left me so you could drip
down spines and
fingertips of trees, to
turn to diamonds on
the wings of bees –
bring the blue back to me,
(please) – that special hue which makes the
sky blush in the heat of summer –
a hot turquoise stone melted
across the sidewalk the sun and clouds
crowd across and walk over –
the light turns green,
painting the world shades of olives,
mint, and jade around me.

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