Stab of yellow
streaks silently across canvas
a hay day sunrise peeps
seeps the stalker, taller
from the under growth
to the over shrink
gatherings of dirty, rusty nails
flail up hill to solar light
in fields we erupt
to gaze
to make this day our own.
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
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