Not dragged down, dawn grass flourishes untrampled by athletics, by briefly uncaged dogs
As sunblast moves clouds to sculpt for eye that which appears foreground
Prisms jitter on every blade in the faintest stirring
A single fantastic lighthouse in the crowd radiates head and corona my attention
It must harbor some fat globule of water on its circus shoulder
Spiderwebs usually invisible glimmer and die with the ebb and retreat of bird call and sun teeter totter
Not far off the nearest mountain a jigsaw scrabble makes words fleeting from sense
Disruption a phalanx of insects throw a fetch toy sunglasses oblivious
They evaporate also, stretch our legs to float peopled burdens elsewhere
Our traces palimpsests of learning, echoes of dogma faux tattooed
Pick up the silly putty they grime spring with and stick it under the front row bleacher
Who are we to sing of nature be it lifted or carbon copy recited off instructions quasar merged
Within the lime light squeezes
Bdale
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