.The jacaranda are wet with color,
and the heat is a great paint brush, lending color to our lives,
and to the air, and to out faces; but I'm going to Alaska
where there's snow to suck the sound out from the air.
Up, yes, in the branches,
the purple blossoms, go pale at the ed.
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