each a foreign country
murmurring & marveling
in love with its own
impatient sighs still folding
them in two & two again
sweet soft voices rise & fall
lure like joy this tumbling
to velvet ground this bed
of bluebells softening
familiar rose-clothed tables
tarnished & decorous
meandering beside the blue
beyond still sheltered corners
through high-plains winds
endless & deep as a first kiss
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Colin/Wikimedia Commons (CC BY-SA 4.0)
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