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Testily dancing 

About the flowers

Singing in the sun

Tripping upon an

Especially tricky patch

The sky is before your eyes

Even as you fall

The petals like cloth

Imported from heaven

Worn by the gods

I wonder if

Those men who jump

Or stumble

Or are pushed

Over cliffs and off of boats

And from really high balconies

Can see it

The sky

Staring back unblinking

Maybe blue eyed

Maybe grey or purple

Does it fall with them

Or comfort their very last

Terrified thought

I am in the arms of flowers now

And the sky

Is there with me

And looking up at it now

I don't think i would mind

A beautiful blue

Or purple or grey

To be the last sight for

My eyes

Not at all