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blue by weight and measure,
sky and foam sautéed
flower upon my plate
I open it up with knife and fork
but gently, gently
and mindful of its bluer than blue bouquet,
those secret garden urges
to flower again
and again and again
with the redbuds on my tongue
plunged in Arctic water
those petals closing after dark
with peace restored in the restaurant,
a vault of air and salt.