The New Year

Camargue

by why I went wept to move gently above the head
the mist laced my vision for a veiled cosmocrats friend

they say its phase will dire blue
its lint is the lent view
     the warmth from amber dwells 

tonight her curve's rounded curl
clusters the stars polite gaze
     their might a slight reminder of style
love's first fashion shines
      a bright path between the stars

figure eight diamond tried four right
held left by three
     a white kite reveal

the grounded smize of starry tree
my double ire may receive the dream
     of me, of marsh, of march

to seize the visitor's unaligned quest
aligned breeze felt back to sea
before this fire welts, I return to
     pebble not please the river's end

foresight quenched a rapid fire
passion wind around its head

as for my gift from marsh, I say,
"join me to flower dear Arles"

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