I will start with the cloud
If only because it is unusual
Then again, also because
It sharpens the horizon
Whose thin line
Of deepest serge-blue
Cuts straight across; divides the sky
And the sea; it partitions the sea and sky
Between the horizon
And my shoes there are many shades
Of blue, blues that merge
Merge blue to green
Which then
Through many shades
Of greens, merge to white
Before the orange splash
Of sand; a soft colour
Very soft indeed, in sharp contrast
To my luminescent, fluorescent
And super-phosphorescent, purple socks
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