on days like these, beneath
on days like these, beneath
the mostly muted sky,
the sun takes indulgences,
kisses adoration into the
cobblestone streets, kneads
radiance into each curve,
taking time to rehearse
the escape, to permit
in his absence a forbidden
phosphorescing, a public
grief, a shimmering sorrow
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