This one is about the countryside. Just a meadow of wildflowers. Could be anywhere.
Lemon heads
tall and sticklike, full stretched.
Trees bulbous as round clouds
tend to roll across the landscape,
shadows cast long, distintegrating
in a dry run across the green tops.
They blow in the stopped air,
white pixel flower beads scattering.
Tall trees stride in the backdrop
where the skies roll hearkening,
bidding us step into the centre
of all things, buttercups sunning.
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