March Quilting

They say the March sky is blue.

Blue does not describe the striations,

the stripe of your boyfriend’s oldest jeans

stretched tight against the horizon,

the cerulean stripe

angel whipped against

the richest robin’s egg.

A fresh batting of clouds

pokes through, and

drifts above

the winter scorched tan of a March

spring.

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