Daylight

Not to have rinsed the yet of zinnias
Plushed with loam and looked on
From forgetten windows listen to 
The call of birds | insects | animals
Rough on rugs snapped half clean
 
The wrist-width limber happenstance
Along the dust ground
Shouldering respiration shaped like clay
A father left in | how miracles evolve 
To warm height of Jesuit forbearance
 
Is perfection earthly | is the soul still
Seeded along an unmarked path
Who taught brains cufflinked music
The thought of water shorelines proximate
To sudden depth | the hue of wheat in frame
 
Shoal-pinched laymen startle walls
Echo peach light under the pale
Leftover sun | this vault of simmer
Graping sadness left to frail toward
Any situation simmering tall 

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