One moment, a towering butterscotch scoop
slicing the summered azure expanse.
The next moment, a baby elephant,
its trunk truncating to become silver cloud-dust.
Another moment, a blazing oyster shell,
like hiding a shimmering wonderland behind it.
What should I sacrifice to freeze these
cotton-candy floaters into the shape I crave?
~Kavya Janani. U
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