The sun pricked diamonds
in the air we sat
so still barely moving
under the leaden afternoon heat
in a berry-drenched murmur
kind carmine Os scattered gemlike
in the grass at our feet
dreaming of the future ancient
and withered almost quieter than
the vivid lichen-scarred prairie
persuasive as summer
definite as January
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: Jakob Koganowsky, Farmhouse in the Summer
Light (1927), oil on canvas, via Wikimedia Commons
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