In silhouette

/ Rugby Lion

​This morning we
​painted the sky.
​Bodies the same
​honeysuckle,
​yellow and white.
​A new season,
​stiff in softness.
​Tied to any moment,
​in any hour.
​So, I shall see you
​in the new city.
​And I will ask you
​”How shall we tantalize
​the shadows today?”
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