Pepperwood dust hung
in sausage curls
by the long, sweet
face of the river.
We ate Co-op bread
from paper sacks as our
bare feet thrummed nature's anthem,
accompanied by ants,
choired by trees,
in
perfect
harmonic
summerese.
Jenny Lovewell
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