Morning Hum

Becomes the tune of sun

The ground shuffles to dryness

The cuttings fidget before

I water, my morning

Treat a prelude to their

Gusto, a revival

That lasts till

The afternoon song

Plays dappled coloured

Notes across my

Hands. I hum

 

 

 

 

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