White

very quickly, before the darks
move north, and reds tumble
a soft skull white breaks

open

over hills and powder
stains violet the leaves
not there. words to cross

and uncross still flow
out of mouths on the
screen when the lights

of passing cars bubble up
behind the hero turning
left on Vine

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