Chatter
small hand in mine
and endless chatter
not the words
but the song of them lift me
we catch the clouds
we sit in the grass
grasshoppers
cold water
cool shade
sweet eyes catch me up
and off we go
breaking time in the field
no one can find us
we're lost today
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