“The Garden”
by Wesley Ann Johnson
The mercury sun swells
Looms
Hits the dust
Etching and polishing
Shaking the collisions of the blue
Ringed spiral sky
Making it smolder
Making it hum
Dashing lines
Green with bottoms
Deceitful and possessive
Of the silent rising fog
Drifting
To the valley
Of the yellows
Of the reds
Beasts creep from the corners
When Dusk drops
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