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line up the long grasses

 

keep still / even

 

in a thin still line

 

on a shallow surface

 

trace a shadow that's bound / to move

 

of a slender stem 

 

thin wrist / begin together

 

forget they were in colour 

 

in our muted evening light

 

let that light move too 

 

still life / i am moved 

 

touched by a scratch 

 

instilled in a trace