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Heat is the South’s snow.

The year is bound by blizzards,

ours invisible.

To understand what

fueled God during creation,

paint sky and a wave.

The trees play a prank:

they nod their heads the wind is

cool – it’s a lie.

No storm, but its hues

drape by nape of gaping light,

cape to pale-necked sky.

Filled with hot ink the

horizon folds making clouds

complimentary.

Inside the flowers

are blue and yellow bulbs night

cannot extinguish.

Every tall grass

is tombstone to a seed, but

is also its child.

 

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