lying in the grass outside lille
Deep green short dense grass offering a mattress
seems clean mild cloud couldn't hold the land
passes like time
the world is a forehead round and unflattering
resting back letting that southern warmth throw
more air over it all soothing and healing
surreal to a metropolitan anxious waste
late morning toasted bread subtle coffee
late afternoon the soup cauldron full
and something mammal roasts
how the mouth makes a slave
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