Frame of reference

Swallowed a moon and yet
felt light as a feather
between rows and rows
of watchful crickets.

The path was worn
and the brambles high
like a happy trapping
inside a sleepy wood.

We fit like a framed portrait
of a timeless embrace
with winter stars
or summer lightning.

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