No fool

When the sun was coming higher in the sky

And little green leaves unfolding like petals

I thought I could open in the hot sun and feel the air on bare skin

But you didn’t want me to, you wanted me to fold another way

Like forged banknotes curl over in the fire and mother puts the kettle on.

The descent of the sun is too fast and to precipitate

Go slow go slow sun

0 those at the river by the dry stone wall

They will see it all

The stars little eyes in the sky

The moon sings why?

The burn summer grass can’t reply

And the evening sighs

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