In our Blossom day
primroses flowered open inside of me
flowering open my shoulders and levitating my arm
petal layers between my vertebra
In our Grasses night
A chunk of golden moon held in the leaves of the tree
becomes one eye of Green Man gazing back at me
A runner takes up one half of the tree
propelling forth from the trunk out over the tops of trees
Whilst above streaks and curves of fine cloud mist form
A swimmer streamlining across the night skies
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