‘Tis a sight to see,
and one that I saw with relish,
the transformation
of beautiful burgundies
into bewitching blues and ivories.
Thence I enjoy
platinum ballerinas
dancing through the ether.
Skating around each other
like lovers immersed in pursuit.
Bare broad shoulders
coated in porcelain stars
hang dormant above my head
as I rest on its slender trunk
admiring branch and rime.
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