Jeito

Peeking out above

The dugout's edge

Lovely ire beckons

Chilled breezes stir

The waves for miles

Flutes sing from

Far, forsaken cliffs

And forgotten fields

But stay in the wrought

Carved in earthy safety

The way is known,

Ever narrower

To the leaves

Bellowing adrift

Teasing the hardest

And most honest

Borders

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