There were waves of wind over
the field of half grown corn or
a white surf
over the sea of green, they slowly went their way
like will o wisps and the sound of a shh
that flew diagonally toward the precious road.
From where I sat I saw a green sea
bordered by the beaches of the hedgerow.
I saw a delicate wing shaped snow above the emerald waters, sunlit,
where the fishes had their fun. The snow cloud flowed and flew
to the next field and the next until the sea drained into my veins.
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