burning sun tucked behind skinny branches
swelling black asphalt pulls into the giving ground
breezes smooth over lips
baby fingers on mother lips, on mothers breast
for this the grass lays and gives way
at the weight of natures most delicate force
flowers sense the moon pulling close
shiver as they creep backwards into green
songs of insect wings pile chirps of birds
low hum of things going into quite
sweet call of trees collecting air
Evening is sliding into open windows
flesh moves slow and curious underneath glass
alive.
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