A poetic tribute to the night sky as seen upon leaving the old Rozelle hospital tonight…
Cobalt (2009)
This might…
probably…
does –
sound weird:
but the sky
a velvet cloth across the night
was the richest, deepest
cobalt blue
and clouds
angelic, soft
bursting forth their
halo light
that my eyes beheld
but my
camera phone
these false words
fail
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