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Soft Summer Reverie

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A small expression about being on the expanse of a windswept field, whatever the season, really, but placed in the golden, summery panorama in this poem. Please enjoy!
Amber reeds, pliant 
in the summer wind 
swaying, dancing-
                     now syncopated
and back again
shouting then singing xanthine etudes
boisterous and raucous, 
bright and nimble-
           supple as lips
that plant fond pecks 
on smooth sun-kiss'd cheeks.

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