I Submit to Basking

It’s a sky the blue, olympic pool

Jet stream webbings, they got bloody edges

Sharp bites colding a final toe

Rich black mud spatters lightly across everything


Sometimes up, sometimes down

Surely these hills milk each other, they’ve struck such a balance

Ripe and bald and giving

Into stone, into coppiced crevices, such well known pasture


Stone walls full saturated in life and her passing

Growing on for all ages

Amongst great green galleries they’ve grown golden

Smilingly i submit to basking



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