In the clear
June lighting of a
Sunday morning she lies
A soundless dream
Blows into her sleeping head
The way she
Drops from her chaos
And slides to his smiling
A warm wet summer breeze blows
Into her lying down head
The water, veil
Under the unminding sky
Now she lies
Innocent and still
Between two grains of sand
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