Silver chimes on my ankles ring
metered steps-
Hazy grays the past remembers
and blinding yellows for future times.
Days are blush and peach and gold
heavenly light and deafening darks-
A navy drape across the shoulders
so opaque, heavy with layers.
The tall field grass, nose high
hides my scars, my knees though strong
I hide them.
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