Sunday, August 9, 2020

Walking Through a Dew-Soaked Field

I was chilled like early morning
laying down on the dew-soaked field
trying to identify
one
specific dew drop
on the hundreds on a single blade
and the millions scattered
across the small meadow
the one with
my face inside
at

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