Poem: July Twilight

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Violet
Glowing
Glowing violet
Blossoms
          violet glowing from tiny hill blooms

Dust
          thick air
Rolling down
And
And rolling down through dust and thick, filled air

Rocks
Stones
          pink
Grass
Grasses

Across pink-purple stones and lying grasses--
Where I
Where my feet
             are my feet are
             are strings under
             white-warm
             canvas,

Thin
             and hard
             as twigs.

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