I could see words

drying on a line

washed and dripping

under a half sun,

moisture fragrant

pushed by midday


forming a message

of thoughts

without speaking,

yet resonating

within the seed

of understanding

where the horizon

gathers up the

remainder of day

pulsing with energy

to finally set







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