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November 2009 
Orange
Posted on Aug 10th, 2009
by 
Ron
Ron
A monarch
so orange the color is sacred.
Burnt orange bellows, black panes.
Fractals of breath that are wings.
I try to breathe like that.
But mine is hidden, unconscious.
The monarch's, exposed, precious.
Orange. The monarch wearing its breath.
so orange the color is sacred.
Burnt orange bellows, black panes.
Fractals of breath that are wings.
I try to breathe like that.
But mine is hidden, unconscious.
The monarch's, exposed, precious.
Orange. The monarch wearing its breath.
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“Fractals of breath that are wings” Exquisite, Ron. I don't on here much these days, and decided to check out my friends' blogs. Yours was the first one. Lovely, simply lovely.
Ah otter. I miss your sweet little commentaries. It is good to hear from you. Thank you always for your insights and kindness otter. Ron