the vast of deep summer
the lazy waft of heron
rolling swells of dry flaxen field grass
the sweet chill air of dawn/dusk
leaves luxuriating under strong full sun
and the horizon stretches
beyond the edge of the earth
and the sky is not a bowl
but an expanse of warm infinity
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.
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