the grasses in the park.
i imagine the earth cradling me,
fingers down in the dirt...
sun is liquid
skin is fair
hairs are netted across faces...
we're tumbling tumbling down hills in our minds but we lay still and quiet .
we drink water.
we wash grapes under faucets and feel the beads slide across the surface of our skin.
we lay on benches and comprehend the sun.
our response is freckles.
we ride out and shout hoorahs on empty streets
grasses touched by quick heels and bounding strides.
its noiseless in my mind... just the colors and quick movements of our bodies throughout the season...
the stillness as well is there...
what wind pushing branches, branches causing leaves to tremble, and sun reflecting the shadow on another persons face looks like.
and all the magic in that.
and i want it back.
its time to come back.
its here.
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