Two days pass
and Phoebus follows us
north from Mexico,
us, the blue, rain-soaked
Irises
who sought his healing fireglow.
Love, maybe,
determined his northwest path
or longing;
at the very least,
mutual attraction.
Our flights toward each other
feel natural--
blue and orange,
perfect complements.
--c. kk 2010
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