Silver Lining
in a meadow
down
the trail is worn
dressed in prints
of four
of two
and mine were muddy
from the swamp
not as many
for the fall
appear then disappear
on the edge of barbwire
the other side of a rock wall
the bank of a creek
a rooted row
of ridges and rings
they climb for the cloud
that first taste of rain
wet on the lip
a soak in the sun
surrounded by blue
lost in the gust
hard against the moon
suspended there
in light
a cut of diamonds
in the dark
appear then disappear
in a meadow
down
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