Myself in a yellow dress
Scatter me brother, with your eye that refuses to close
that only looks out, sees nothing, only the shimmer and flecked sunlight
on water among leaves
in the green of July, under a tree
in the plaited blue basket that amply contained you
when everything hummed around you
and you were like honey
myself in a yellow dress, dark
in the tree, ever darker yellow, shriller, shrieking upwards
yet silent, towards the tree-top
triumph, little brother, over everything
through the weight of the crown
I feel the head of the sun
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