PLACE
Once in a while
you may come across a place
where everything seems
close to perfection
as you will ever need.
And trying to be faultless
the air on its knees
holds the trees apart,
yet nothing is categorically
thus or that and before the dusk
mellows and fails
the light is like honey
on the stems of tussock grass,
and the shadows are mauve birthmarks
on the hills.
Brian Turner
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