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This day blooms
under wide meadows
of sky. We lay
our sun-stunned bodies
in constellations
of clover and buttercups.Salmonberry bubbles
of sweet red light
break on our tongues.
Shooting stars
in the flowerbeds,
pollen in our sheets.
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What lovely words bringing all nature together. Nice.
Posted by: susan | 22 June 2009 at 06:18 AM