the honeysuckle flower fills the sky
over a nearby hillside
where children play a form of hide’n’seek
hiders cover both eyes
finders get to use one eye only
some of the found sprawl in the grass
others join the finders
we cannot discern the rule
an adult body lies near or in the game
at first we think it a chaperon
until we notice bulletholes
bloodstains, a broken finger
with a bone splinter sticking out
closer but way off to the right
a band plays in a gazebo
from much closer a grasshopper
looks at us askance
the daytime moon
might be a puff of cloud
not drifted apart yet
it floats beside the honeysuckle
everything waits
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