hews the hue from pith and peel
to sublimate the color wheel
refracted in sun-speckle drops
like lemon macaroons. It sops
up the palate's palette cake
and engineers a prism break
above entablatures of trees
to slip into the backdrop frieze
and coalescent with the light
cleave itself from human sight.
Poem by Walter Ancarrow
Photo by Os Nakayama
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