Nava Fader

The precious stones weren't hiding

when it rains it's been raining
every day violets grow

in clusters or terracotta faun
families twiddling your thumbs

or clasping steeple bells
furry jesus makes nothing of it

cloud formations named unmixable
oil cloud to blue blotted

this sky vision as far as the eye
goes and then back again

my planet in the sky
near our house

if the ancients thought so
clout in kindness

arms full of burden but burden's
a baby child of

sea mother good
earth eyes like

been watching for

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