This is a country of violets, of horses the color of day and animals with moon-shaped eyes restless in the shallow heat a girl is picking aloe leaves, one by one they give in to her hands- strange fabric of roses those same hands that have smoothed a dozen mountains and removed the armor of stillness from an hour steep with sun dreams count the time they are asleep behind her voice
[and animals with moon-shaped eyes] LOVE that line. As well as the last one. Very serene. Great visual.
