Escape

At the end of day
the misty spray
of garden sprinklers
takes me away

to a green screen

with herbs bathing
pansies’ wet pants
trees with teardrops
weeping wild weeds

my rushed flush fades
to dusky blue grey
in childish play

at twilight
I get
soaking
wet.

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