Summer tangle

 

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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