Silky grasses ripple

    the last feathers
    of sunlight.

Blue geometries flow

    like deep arpeggios,
    curving reflections,
    eyes open, closed,
    through air
    turned heavy.

A boat lathed of

    summer haze,
    refracting timbres
    of far bells, pink horizons,
    blushing plums,
    waits.

Grainstacks

    and poppies
    and poplars
    wait.

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