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Blues

Look up through leaves
and the sky is bluer.
She always said the sky
turned bluer the moment
we crossed the state line
into New Mexico.
I know it puts on a show
in autumn, especially
above orange and golden leaves.
Nothing and everything
has been washed out of it,
and I am purer
than I ever am then,
sucked into infinity.

-- Carol Hamilton