the dewy grass remains
unshed, just as the rain subsides
we vibe, until the sense of season
goes by.

the long strange, summer air
our claws, resonate each other
and brilliant stars
as is so close to this merry night field.

let us find our way
unravel the distinctions, severely binding
upon this some grasses
breathing the same air.

by Julia and V

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