The Only One

The white—momentary, nearly lost in various blue:

just a tiny slice of sky.

The sun had already set.

Smeared blue becoming bluer and bluer,

then purple, then sleepy purple, then black.

But that momentary white!

Changing sky.

I was the only one to see it.

Anywhere. In the whole universe.

I know that.

And so it talked to me as a friend:

“You saw me,” it said. “And you loved me.”

“I saw you,” I replied. “And I give thanks for you.”

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From Fractalverse: Volume Five

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