Third week of spring

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Luminous torrents of calmness.

The sun, shining, muffles the sounds of everything but the birds.

Our inner discord is rendered quiet.

Brightness explodes in every hidden corner.

Graves and hills bake in the heat, grow bellies of grass,

pubescent voluptuousness.

Sweet violets spill their inebriating fragrance.

Amidst it all, elongated shadows of men move along the sidewalk

like insecure writing,

trying to make sense.

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