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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