A Postcard Full of Sky

A postcard full of sky. How odd a thing
to sell: no rainbows, birds upon the wing
or even colored clouds. Just plain and blue,
serene—or maybe vacant. Tell me who
would think it was appropriate to ring

a tongueless bell to call a christening,
or come with laryngitis to a sing-
along? It seems insulting, sending you
a postcard full of sky.

I take it from the rack, considering
a figure-ground exchange, an opening
of eyes to subtler shades. I see it true:
a heaven infinite, unwritten, new.
Next time I see you, love, I think I'll bring
a postcard full of sky.

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