The meadows are in high bloom.
The whole world is churning. It resonates every where I turn.
It takes a lot of new clients to replace one Posh Estate. Churning.
The Rudbeckias wash over the mountain top in golden waves
And many heights.
I can feel that churning driving by
Fine produce. Feral parsnips setting seed.
On a rare chicory evening
I go out walking in meadows in high bloom.
I can feel the whole world churning.
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