Contributor: Lyla Sommersby

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Wet wind
the world washed clean
every inch
rich
in earthy color
the static sprinkle
glimpsed through slits
the black blinds
that block out the day
in lines
in divisions
dark dividing joyful
dividing light
from life
florescent
from iridescent
the me of media
from the me that's free
that lives in the static spaces
dancing
always dancing
in the liminal rain.


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I am a student in Miami, Florida. Painting is my other love. My first book, Sketches of Someone, is available through Thunderune Publishing.