A-shard-drop etch of frozen beam -
a-glance the hill;
across and beyond the hollow.
Crisp undone.
Memory of fire-smoke:
apple
Norway maple.
A promise of fountains
and rockets;
red and green imps
and wisps adrift
across the mountain
to Mars’ risen presence.
All hung out for wakeful bairns,
and yet: they dream.
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