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Slow-ly:
Stark against the deep
blue-green of the grass,
the sky it
reverberates, the
sound of my light and
the voice it was there getting
older
growing
brighter
being
lighter,
it was the sky and
the sea;
I could see
the lake, iridescent
effervescent
these kids want
to get older
still weighted by
the ever
present breeze.