August 24

Diffusing through clouds
the afternoon light washes
over sleeping fields. 

Hiding from the sun
I find that rocks are also
sensitive to touch.

After the harvest
rain pours onto empty fields
leaving only crows.

Caressing my skin
the gentle afternoon breeze
feels like a lover.

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