4 p.m.
He walked the chalky alley
As he usually does:
Lumbering, with his eyes
Not reaching the horizon.
But for the nonce
He feels the wind
Sluggishly touching his
Peachy freckled-cheeks;
And dazzled he observes
The iridescence of a
Floating feather in
The sun’s glow-
Its blatant colours:
Black fading in metallic blue
And metallic blue fading in
The kid’s green-like eyes.
Such a piece of art
Tremulous in the air
As the boy’s heart when
His mom died.
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4 p.m.- on some other street
You can hear a screech
From insides of a dead bird.
Blatant colours:
Black fading in metallic blue,
Metallic blue fading in
fading in
fading in
liberosis 
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