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An observant pace in the afternoon's

scribbled thoughts from adequate

material welling up the horizon,

rhythmic spring, that energetic

pulse more bluntly, humbling light

unfurling the sallow to yellow

accents kindled with pigment, aloud

over some darkened roots revealed

now again through temperate air

without consensus, shifting hours

brought through each daily limb newly

sung in daybreak's widening chorus,

angelic as well as why not, heckling

chuckles, such thoughts abandoned

on winds over a yearly settlement

that went astray, of what was never

anymore what can be beforehand,

or anything other than just now,

fuchsia deep, embedded, stemmed,

for other possibilities always known

from those forgotten tastes in full

bloom, which is aromatic sense

spindled with rain falling down

in cadence of our hellos, goodbyes,

as it can never be truly as wished,

closed, but beside dreamed in sunlight,

forgivably piqued while left undone.