the warm and dappled sun

the warm and dappled sunthe cross-talk of the treesthe county beesfear and peacelying on the groundthe turf under the creasebetween our kneesone in the sky, cloudsbeneath the feet

warm and spraying through the bleatingspace, its starssheepmulberry seeds, these staining thesewand’ring in heatflesh and porcelain teeththe dome grey blueinnards and space tū look on tūwith eyes that cry and seek

in the grass, hazelnut and greenthe heavens and the earthsunken deep intothe pleated seat