Cotton picking in the sun
fields overflowing
green and white
with rays of light
streaming down
all around us

Spongy grass
beneath our feet
baskets touting our wares
emphasizing their pride
glancing into your
summer-colored eyes
shaded to keep off the heat

And the fiery sun
is finally put out
in streams of dusky blue
and mauves and peaches
and the grays hold us close
like comfort

Fireflies light the night
blending into the pinpricks
of stars
bodies turn liquid soft
flow together
and drift weightless
in the sea

I come
back to earth
floating high
landing soft
while the cotton
is left in the sky

And I am here
in the morning light
a sigh upon
my lips
dew upon
my skin
and cotton fields
swaying in the breeze
floating upon
the sun dappled
horizon.

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