Accumulus

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On verdant summer grass we lie, squinting toward the sun

Sated on life like grapes for the vine, a fantastic trip's begun

The vapors blend and they dance, a chimerical trance

Sunflower stalks set off the canvass azure

While busying bees and a dragonfly

Hang on the breeze salted with summer lure

Of goldenrod, asters and oxeneye

I laugh at the world, "they're not I"

Splayed out on my back with barely a pulse,

Drowsy and tender ajudging the sky

Weaving with words a lilting tale so dulce

Of ships and steeds and lusty deeds

Rustling folds of a dress in the wind

Pulls me back down from lofty art flying by

Precisely the least, the softest, the feast

Love's in the details as set in the eye

Accumulus - The Courage of Intimacy by Keith Ainsworth                                                                                                                                                                       17