buoyed
evening gentles the lawn
under the old trees
it’s been green and grey
green and grey
for days
gravity lifts me to itself
I remember the purple
of iris
evening gentles the lawn
under the old trees
it’s been green and grey
green and grey
for days
gravity lifts me to itself
I remember the purple
of iris
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