enchanted light

the view from the back porch . . . 

ode to enchanted light

under the trees light 
has dropped from the top of the sky,
light 
like a green 
latticework of branches,
shining 
on every leaf, 
drifting down like clean 
white sand.

a cicada sends 
its sawing song 
high into the empty air.

the world is 
a glass overflowing 
with water.

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