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Glass series c Glass Garden
Kneeling in a garden a flower ferments the dew and intoxicates me
My flower seduces me and makes me drunk
My senses are heightened, a bird call hurts my head
All she said was, "Hello"
I lie down, my head heavy with music
Two finches sing in rounds
"Don't argue with me" I think one said, but that's all I caught
The moss is too green, too wet, but smells wonderful
Sunrise
I breathe slowly, but deeper
The air has more meaning but is still unclear
I leave my garden as I entered;
Wondering if I'm happy
