Introflow
is the apparent sweetness of the sheep
placidity of cattle in the field
and sky with few clouds
it's summer and a bird's determined eyes
on a failed dive flight
while the prey flees and the lake welcomes it
on the edge of plants drunk by the rippling waters
the transition wind does that too flutters his eyelashes
now we are basically vision
and if far away the sound of bells arrives distorted sunday
I count every chord that today has smell
they are herbs trimmed
rosemary bushes to the ground
and the countenance of the world we sculpt
contains the roughness of chipped stones
and twisted branches but petal softness
you as a flower burns under the cheeky sun
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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