I saw us there. We jumped the crooked fence
And ran between the rows of cows until
We found ourselves in waves of painted yellow
Flowers stretching to Lake Salvador.
The cool, flat water stretched like a mirror
Reflecting back at us a painted sky:
The art Nizami once articulated
To punctuate his song of maddened love.
Quickly! Line the ground with handfuls of
The hay that's rolled in bales and let's doze off
Imagining the world asleep with us.
The milky white of sky--or was it thigh?--
Caroused as the dim, satellited earth
Wobbled a bit in its eccentric orbit.
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