on the green
on the falling in lovewith lampshade vapour clouds
hanging humble over all that blurting bright
sun-power.
By the lake here
on the falling into wild
on the wonder in a flush
of spectrum, of popping book
color.
And...the duck and weave
and the dart and dance of plumes
to treble,
as they flicker open heart shutters-
to quaking point...
for all that beauty
across the silk of liquid
love.
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