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    This poem describes a bike ride at night where the speaker sees the sky change colors from bright to deep blue, navy, and midnight as they ride through an open visor. While sitting behind the rider on the bike in the cold air, the speaker marvels at how they had never noticed the sky look like a Parrish painting before with its blending colors and winking stars.

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    This poem describes a bike ride at night where the speaker sees the sky change colors from bright to deep blue, navy, and midnight as they ride through an open visor. While sitting behind the rider on the bike in the cold air, the speaker marvels at how they had never noticed the sky look like a Parrish painting before with its blending colors and winking stars.

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    Poem #6

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    Jennie Pofahl Tracy
    This poem describes a bike ride at night where the speaker sees the sky change colors from bright to deep blue, navy, and midnight as they ride through an open visor. While sitting behind the rider on the bike in the cold air, the speaker marvels at how they had never noticed the sky look like a Parrish painting before with its blending colors and winking stars.

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    Jennie Tracy

    ENGL 283
    16 November 2010
    Poem #6

    Parrish blue

    You ordered it up, you said, just for me,


    so I could see what a real Parrish sky
    looked like. From the backseat of your bike,
    cruising on the viaduct in the cold,
    through the open visor, I saw bright sky
    deepen to cobalt, blending to navy,
    then to midnight, dotted with winking stars.
    The cold air blushed my cheeks as I wondered
    how I’d never noticed the sky like this
    before.

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