31 May 2012

Swallows

swallows

Baking in the summer ripple

Let me lower you down

Into long vibrating grass

Here we are molten

At the centre of the world

The sky is wide and blue

The earth alive and buzzing

Our bodies slick with sweat

Draw the winged denizens

Who draw the swallows

Swooping and capering

Above our heads

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