POETRY
When I think of pink, I think of you Arkin Frany
And the sound of your laughter sweeps across seas, takes the shape of coral reefs stretching from shoreline to shoreline, we wait for it to reach us. Remind those left here of your return, again, ready to ride out beyond the oceanfront. A margin, vulnerable like paper, its contents surrender to the sea’s infinite erasure. Despite distance, you leave your seashore smile, starlight eyes, petal feet, compass heart in a reliquary. These will do for now, for you, looking for brilliance, between the reckless and routinary, will find on your way home a soft blushing sunset waiting for the city to tire itself: a rose-colored world. As it should be. for Chloe
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