Reverie In Open Air
I acknowledge my status as a stranger inappropriate clothes old habits out of sync with wasp
and wren i admit i dont know how to sit still or move with purpose i prefer books to moonlight
statuary to trees but this lawn has been leveled for looking so i kick off my sandal's and walk
it's cool green who claims were mere muscle and fluids? my feet are the primitives here as
for the rest ah the air now is a tonic of absence, bearing nothing but news of a breeze.
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