Robin's-Egg Blue

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ROBIN'S-EGG BLUE

Lashing the air,

The dogs barked and their cries were for the moon.

She had a star beneath her, and they were

Uneasy. But nothing came of it.

They tired and lay down.

The weeping stars went on

As if they hung to imminently drown.

The moon made shadows run

In simple emulations of the sun,

And drew to sleep before the night was over.

The sky fell like a cover

Tufted with straining stars,

And the little dogs of the field were rolled in dew,

Until morning came with an echo of antique wars

Brassed in the east and finally blown to blue.