in direct profusion
ferny light
captured green by the interior
a filter in the weeks
heated over by last summer

where is the dryness?
and eliminated
too far from
wet coasts?

reach a hand
beyond reinforcement
a certain fresh forest
or another world
hot slow quarters

the passage
seek them, breeze

always found face
outside improves
the molasses of fruit
garden directs its eyes


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