The
trees, phased piles and watered chafes,
Storey
up foliage falling for the bud.
The
dogs, fast wide-eyed, dozens of shapes
Traverse
the green course, day of grass and mud.
Airtight
in our skins, the obvious plan
To
visit the parklands to talk in the sun
Turns
to rain sprinkle chases, to understand
Limits
of our reach. What’s done and undone.
The
utmost of the sky cloud blue spiral
Is
uppermost to our recall and sight,
Upright
and walking, making words a pivot.
No
business but ours, learning the planet.
Airtight
waterproofed down-to-earth types
We
live on atmosphere. No fear, at all.
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