I came down
to the torn
end of the fields
crevassed and hewn
by this ragged light
of Provence
as fierce as grace.
I came down,
my heart crevassed
and hewn
to the deepest
ends,
scented
thoughts
of lavender
held fast
to my bones,
while
poppy whispers,
committing
their writing
to my spine,
trickled
their red
gowns
in the spent
leather
of the fields.
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