Zywa
Over the ditch
Bare buttocks in the berm
free, peeing under my pants
laying down on my side
the world and I flatter
grass everywhere, empty
of chairs
blue flashing light over the dike
I think the sound
to the condensation stripes
My look jumps over
the ditch, sees hided
flowers, I hear beetles
that I don't hear
the grass colours my eyes
it flies upon my tongue
and lets me have a taste
green with marigold
and fresh urine
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