The grass is moving, the air receives Sunrise
and changes its color. The bluejays display
their wings and the water oak's branches sway
in a moist breeze. The peach has a dull bruise
in its soft flesh, these veils of cloud disguise
the heaven from my reading. Stars are splayed
across the sky in grammars, meanings play
in cycles. The yawning calendars find moonrise
on the hanging leaves and the lilies of the pond
reflect navy values. How the weather plans
the movement of the trees! How turning seconds
measure out the day! How do words mean
anything? I am a light expression beyond
comprehension imagining a prayerful woman.
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