Images: Late August

by revbillcook

The power of the moment is in the thingness of it:

The acid edges of orange and the dark smell of red –

The feel of blue air pressing on skin while a

Chalk moon floats across a green sea and small swallows rise –

A white flower opens like a bird to the sky thick with heavy clouds

Waiting to drink the nectar of its rain.

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