in which an idea is planted

I walked the day away, tramping

across the grassy slopes of thought

striding out beyond any notion

of self. Everywhere colour probed

summer’s start with depth of tone

and ladders of shades until an idea

grew from a small recess in a grove

of dense bush, turning, in the cool

interlude, away from reflection

 

 

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