Foliage flatlands

utterly bewildered

I stood by the nightfall

of still midsummer

withering away

with my

westward companion

the glimmering light

of former fears

and penitent pocketbook

faded in the distance

and the imperious presage

of perfunctory morrow

drifted with driftwood

into the vast greenish seas

then the evening was renewed

with foliage flavor

willows and poplars

entwined and enthralled

and according to accordion

divine divers live in flatlands