A Fair Morning
golden bees
and fuchsia rubies.
foxglove in sways of lust
while breeze strums by,
such a lazy troubadour.
clover feasts all morning,
plush of scent
till stalks are drunk,
too many swards
of lilliputian dancers
and
brash gushes of sun,
which grace raptures of leaves.
how lucky they are,
worshipped and worshipping
the verdancy.
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