Sunday, July 20, 2014

long ago near an abandoned quarry
we swam in a rapturous floating garden
with frail force and the energy of dainty oceanic winds
stalking invisible nothings like a topical bruise cream
you crept along basking in a buttery sunlight
a kind prayer casts moss green symphonies
conjuring medicinal dreams
and tuning frequencies to the abiding sounds of nature
rendered and whirling
a cosmic torque somehow 
happened there

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