a place to sit

not a prairie
nor savannah
finite glade
passing forever into idea
of Sunday afternoons
in sunshine
in love
gentle with poetry

A. H / K. H-H (28th April 2019, and photo which hasn’t caught he beauty of the mid range grasses now i see a big screen, cameraphone — oh and this and the last poem edited for the double spacing the app makes me have)

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