Grass
Still green.
Leaves
Still brilliant.
Sun
So mercilessly bright.
Time
Still dripping thru fingers.
Why
Then
This water
Has little ripples;
Why
Then
This mist has stiffled
My throat?
The
Little
Dog
Yelps
Unwoken
He
Opens
A beer
In a
Different
Meadow.
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