at the swimming pond
oaks, blackberries, and wind
sculpt the landscape round
reflection bears
the iridescent selves
of brown, tan, grey,
and green, green, green
into this giant hug,
soft, warm, cloud-kissed, cool,
a lone vulture soars
breezes wrinkle the surface
into slinky rayon crepe,
brilliant blues riding
the tips of a million scintillas
naked, we reach for this fabric
textured with infinity
fit for the royalty in us
8-16-08
Whispering Oaks
(c) 2008 helen laurence
Beautiful Helen!!
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