Deep sighs inflate gray memories of life and love and sway
On sunken breezes escalate the bright and swollen day.
Grass, so high… you can lose your dog, grafted with rosé pirouettes
And smooth lined silhouettes
And perfect golden rod roads that heat the way.
Leaves fall and tango the ground and dance from point to view
Like notes on a page of a foreign text;
Like burrowed animals who taste the dew.
Dangled above the sun’s embers, triangular noises meet paperback surprises
And triplet shuffles greet the moon as he rises;
Invigorating the rhythm of what the wind may do.
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