It's bright the sky

shimmering wet      the dust layers    branches
the strain of always holding     creeping winter       is a greatness
that is            a rest.        The ground stiffens         it’s bright the sky

yesterday reminisce       move now like an arrow       underneath the wet earth
crisis drenched in dew           a statue     with a history of vegetation
clamours for attention             roles over       died.On the other side

the pavement is pushed up       feet stiffen     shouts     ‘blood’.       ther is
the green.     THERE IS THE GREEN                  .drowned          the movement was
over quickly              the pottery basked in sunshine

everything was used at the same time                    at the turn
THE ARCHED NECK OF A HORSE            the meadow that flagged is put over
the shoulder                                     at a walking pace,              dried.flowers

mountains around trees                    that dry in the hot summer sun
it pours rocks

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