When Sky Swallows The City

By Shaine Melrose

I come down in blue

 droplets of rain

streaks of felted cloud

grey skies turn black

sink into green.


I come down in blue

festival face paint

river red gum grins

gloved fingers reach

towards nightfall.


I come down in blue

eyes of laughter

stage a banquet of

sunshine to light

up your solitude.


I come down in blue

denim overalls fix

the leaking faucet

hang the back door

on brass hinges.


I come down in blue

cascades of water

your lover again

on this ocean

of winter.

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