heavy summer air and the presence of wasps
and blackbirds singing from fenceposts
and the harmony of muscle and bone
moving across an open expanse of green meeting
blue at the edge of your sight as far as you can
see the landscape spreading outward
as if forever connected now through
hooves stamping rhythms on early hayfields
still stubbled from an autumn cut
and this harmony can take you endlessly
across the land you love more than anything
as long as you're present to experience it
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