This day blooms
under wide meadows
of sky. We lay
our sun-stunned bodies
in constellations
of clover and buttercups.

Salmonberry bubbles
of sweet red light
break on our tongues.
Shooting stars
in the flowerbeds,
pollen in our sheets.

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For ***new annalift*** (7.12.13 - 7.18.13) @ Oscraps. The poem is mine; everything else is from Anna Aspnes.

For detailed credits see at flickr.