Stacey Fruits

if August moonfish stir and murmur, green meadows remember the flood rippling with stars reflection, fish unsure of how they got there, new roots to look under, trees surprised by so much company. you and I listen: coffeepot and rain making music - water rising, mesquite forgetting thirst for a night. monsoon, thunder rolling over minnows through our loving, meadow green comforter throwing back its head and laughing. raindancing in desert brown dust puzzled and drowning

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