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cooling breath tumbles
across acrid plain
presses away heat
steaming concrete
mental stagnation of
shuttered windows, locked doors
grass no longer sticks that way
or browns, wilting crisp
all the relief of life,
a sometimes song, rolls
in every direction
awakening the lake
white tips to horizon
prairie, swaying sea
up into sky
encircling earth
Reminders here of why I prefer rural to urban. I love to visit Chicago and then come home to my somewhat natural environment.
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Yes. I often try to find the rural in the urban. Thanks for your thoughts!
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So vivid–all those natural images that sweep away the heat and stagnation. “a sometimes song”–and sweet when we feel it!
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Thanks! Thankful for a lovely breeze after a steamy day …
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