Under the Aching Sky

The siren call of drowsing

persists 


- this tangle of  afternoon light

lazing over creeksong and birdbabble, 

sliding down moss-spangled banks

into the burble and giggle and leaf must

an iridescence

evoking lisping rhymes and whispered secrets-

subvocal

lulling limb and ligament into reverie


dreaming memory

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Thanks for writing!
Jacqueline