Fixed in the in between,
so I watch.
The smooth stone beside the engraving,
and greens where blue and yellow meet.
The intake of air between a baby’s hiccups of laughter,
and oranges where reds and yellows touch.
The space uniting two snowflakes’ during their decent,
and purples where red and blue interlock.
The spot where a fleeting shadow will soon reside,
I end the day in the blues and the yellows and the reds.
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