layered with haze fallow fields
subtle gentle ancient
history carved in sweet acacia
antennae gold with pollen
the mighty thrumming
of 10,000 powerful hearts
a sound like lingering
day like endless ocean
or poems without words
that may or may not
return across those waves
a sunrise waits
across miles of yes floating
at water’s edge reluctant
to encounter each rapacious gust
urging begin
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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