Meadow
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Barry Middleton
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a greening meadow waits
and breathless yearns
for us to come to her
and rest in her touch
with furtive looks
to left and right
we seek her comfort
and she, being
a lover herself
will shyly laugh
as birds curiously
tip their heads
and a warm rush
of summer wind
takes us in its mystery
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