December
Thursday 31 December 2009 photo 1/1
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The scent is soothing,
but it is the view that hooks me.
The whole field is in bloom.
A fluorescent garden,
glowing in phosphorus light.
The sun is setting behind it.
All of the paint on Gods palette,
mixed and matched until perfect;
red, white, and purple petals.
Green underneath, a carpet.
Soft and cool, wet from dew.
Straws tickle my feet.
Ahead, a girl sits in a swing,
hanging from a tall oak tree.
She swings high.
Her hair reflects the roses and
her dress matches the dandelions.
Her body moves graciously in the swing.
She looks to me, eyes brown
as the roots of the oak tree.
She is smiling.
but it is the view that hooks me.
The whole field is in bloom.
A fluorescent garden,
glowing in phosphorus light.
The sun is setting behind it.
All of the paint on Gods palette,
mixed and matched until perfect;
red, white, and purple petals.
Green underneath, a carpet.
Soft and cool, wet from dew.
Straws tickle my feet.
Ahead, a girl sits in a swing,
hanging from a tall oak tree.
She swings high.
Her hair reflects the roses and
her dress matches the dandelions.
Her body moves graciously in the swing.
She looks to me, eyes brown
as the roots of the oak tree.
She is smiling.
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