I happened upon an otherworldly space

alongside Mary Gates Hall

where a shrubbery cave 

preserves 

a parallel path 

from the student rush.

 

Slender candlestick arms

hoist a cracked canopy.

A green igloo of

matcha, lime, and emerald beams 

rebounding 

off lava-lamp shell.

 

Have you ever seen the air before?

Been suspended by its colors?

 

I waded 

weightless

through blues and greens.

 

Buoyant,

     

I                     out

      drifted                  the                    side   

                                              other

 

and went to class. 

 

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