maireachtáil

you were

barefoot there

on watercolor sky

in bright

flamingo linen

wisteria dancing by

laughter from

somewhere

tickling on the grass

gold lays her shadows

on sparkling bays of

tourmaline glass

I’ll think of you last

where the whitetail run

with music of trees

in quiet

southern sun

 

 

 

 

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