When you're five,
if you let go of an emerald green balloon
and watch it getting small as it ascends into the sky;
if a storm's about to break and you can hear the clouds
in marbled veins of cream,
and if the sky tastes dark gray,
more than light;
if the darkest dark gray sky
can turn the branches black,
and orchid-color shoots
can set the redbud trees on fire--
if this happens when you're five
and you let go of a balloon,
now you hear the blood of goats run red
in a lightning crack,
you taste emeralds
and see thunder in the sky;
now you are the hilltop that you stood on
once before,
in your ascent
now you are smaller to the eye.


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