deep shadow in the valley,
gives rise to pink, gold down the estuary.
summer now, they come with midges,
breathe fire on the bridge, do not see
us for imagining to live here.
as we did once. now settled in boxes,
we grin and grow.
longer days are
shorter days.
if you opened the lid, i think
you will love them too.
their faces.
sbm.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
deep shadow in the valley,
gives rise to pink, gold down the estuary.
summer now, they come with midges,
breathe fire on the bridge, do not see
us for imagining to live here.
as we did once. now settled in boxes,
we grin and grow.
longer days are
shorter days.
if you opened the lid, i think
you will love them too.
their faces.
sbm.
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