July 19, 1993|By Georgia Beyard

All day

sun pours on leaves,

lichen, orange lilies,

rain trees, dusky crimson

David Austin roses.

Nets, veils, canopies of gold

cross, criss cross air and earth.

At twilight


swallow bits of the last brightness,

fill their bellies with it,

hiccup light.

Moon sails out,

white boat afloat

in blue west water,

trailing constellations

in its wake.

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