“Coverage”
Shadows leak from sky foam.
Tender tree lines move lolly in the truthful breeze.
Sunlight dances upon the gravity dermis.
Sheen sweat, soluble garments.
The distance invites forgetting.
Tomorrow will cast visions not yet seen.
Fix a picnic and stage a coup.
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