This place

This place
I will [re]call upon arrival : august
in the shadow of a blazing sun-
flower steeped in saffron
serendipitous dawn ―
unrequested unannounced
quietly expected evermore welcomed
then and there, laconic sun rises in earnest
above a hazy lush-green cornfield
sinks in a palm of dust
tossed over a wavering mountainous sea
and behind my shoulder
there! ― so far away as to forget my fear
of not ever turning back

"These are the days that must happen to you."
― Walt Whitman

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