Below us the rolling hills and patchwork farms
lay under a sea
of blue green atmosphere,
with here and there a hill rising up through it
like an island. Faraway in a smudged place land
meets cream milk white sky
and clouds are calved.
They scatter quickly and grow toward us.
The rocks are warm with three or four hours of sunlight.
Grasses beyond the low wall rustle with ripening clouds of seed heads.
Locusts buzz. Pine trees rise distinct and solitary
before so much space
fluting outward.
All we can do is stand and look
for we lack the wings needed to fall on the wind.
lay under a sea
of blue green atmosphere,
with here and there a hill rising up through it
like an island. Faraway in a smudged place land
meets cream milk white sky
and clouds are calved.
They scatter quickly and grow toward us.
The rocks are warm with three or four hours of sunlight.
Grasses beyond the low wall rustle with ripening clouds of seed heads.
Locusts buzz. Pine trees rise distinct and solitary
before so much space
fluting outward.
All we can do is stand and look
for we lack the wings needed to fall on the wind.
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