A day spent

/ Rugby Lion

Thunderheads
from the mountains,
reaching for
sweet persimmon.
Papaya tasting words,
deep from winter
storage – a song alone.
An island, with
soothing flatness.
Resting, on a lake
of the mind – and
silent sediment.

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