I tangled with
the long grass
arms cut red:
criss cross
stripes of
holding life.
My garden is
a wild thing
escaping into
luxury,
of iris, rose &
lemon tree.
I tangle in
the long grass
like lovers arms
it wrestles
a caress, &
sunrise leaves
an orange glow.
I move from east
to west, lavender
raises musky head
reborn in summer’s
splendour.
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