No complaint
just art.

Languidly as day might
linger, the tavern muse with
slight delay; touched awake
by unstaid starlight, the egg-dropped banks of buildings
balloon from village scene.
Bakers lean out burgundy house blinds
waving cast iron shapes and
wheels of cheese. All who go will
wander; branches on streams
lazy-catch the algae reeds.

It will be okay–
It has always been okay.

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