In every exhalation,
Every breath of blue,
The azure conjuration
Of the wind
Is changing hue.
The bluest of the patches,
Parlors of the sky,
Show bluer by the snatches
Of the clouds
Proceeding by.
The blue in the eyes of notions
In a face of pinkish white
Is as blue as the deepest oceans --
Blue
October light.
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