meadowsweet from meadow-
lark plummet the rain like hand-

holds medium-dark where light
graces for lastly minutes

made sweat-beautiful
and heat-rich within

these rushed tides at the reed's
bending.

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Author’s note: This piece was grown from sounds, especially those distorted by mediums like heat, water, distance, etc. The title is a style of heterograph, as ‘some were’ and ‘summer’ clasped hands in my mind. I wanted to instill a humid artefact, the thought of deep summer, with associations from the landscape of my home.

Will Davis (he/they) is a nurse, poem scribbler and immutable fire escape. Further scribbles through @ByThisWillAlone.