She ripples and taunts,
she slides and shimmers,
a moving foundation,
ungraspable, intoxicating.
Speaking in indigo, she
comes without warning,
silent shining grace.

The color of wonder,
she looks like hope

We want to touch her,
but cannot.  
She swallows our eyes,
and we thank her, we
ask for more, try to 
capture luminous
presence in a box.

She twinkles her approval,
then disappears, leaving
us drugged with violet

LIke an oceanic flower
she emerges, new, 
and we remember 
who we are, again.


Neptune has moved house.
The purple green sea is
upside down, dotted novas
 lighting  his new kingdom.

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