flourish with beauty
let the eaves testify
to the run of rain
that has already fallen,
let the many suns
move.
Bricks in orbit glint
with a strange twilight
in this early noon
the roll of tires lactates
a lunar light that lingers
she who surfs a plume
across the earth
blows me a kiss for never
and closes the lids of time.
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