On Painted Grass
On painted grass you scamp
where once the bluebell toll
lying low—
enriched in addended exaltation
Hushed tan mixed within yellow
shadows spot the sentinel
lonesome—
clouds pass too slow
Last morsel of magnitude
left to track inside
scamper off—
the sun is left behind
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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