Ribbons unfurl and dance across
your field of vision in the sunshine, their curls
and shimmers
as imaginary and concrete
as a dream seen through blinks
across the decades of your life.
They vanish in the wind
if you raise your voice
above a whisper—
a simple redirection
among the clouds.
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