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purple wet weather collapses,
yellow dusts fume off of stems,
quenching this blaring field.
slow clouds, or rosé volcano sky
spout rains, pollinating the bush;
berry sweet as junipers in spring.
in haze soft as a pluming band,
of rolling mammatus shape, the
rosemary day claps up the dusk.
prairie bolts twist in below
billows, shining this gold lit soil.
racing to the face of a runner,
dragging his feet to this sprint.
tramping under the cold flow,
sap fragrance wisps his nose.
sunset slaps flowers to strobe.
side mists ripple, this pine air
taps on top his reddened skin.
within the frigid condensation,
this mauve night, dew freezes
his window, flying hardest hail.
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