here by the rambling lake
where the blue sky lives
where unexpected breezes
shake the folds out
of waist-high grasses
where box fans hum
blowing out during the heat
of the day and
every spring leaves appear
on the old fallen elm
down the drive
where we wait for summer
to gather force so we can dive
deep into the liquid heavens
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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