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Summer

Heavy night air
Breathes lusciousness on my shoulder
The lupins tall and straight -
Soldiers stand to attention.
Roses are pooled women’s dresses
Petticoats displayed, shamelessly.
The singing moon is supported by the very tallest trees
Which are still, clearing the air
For a bird’s vibrating solo.
Abundant nature; flowers dipped in wax
Letting down their guard, opening themselves up to all.
The distant twinge of a dying match
Mingles with That air,
Air on which history rides
And human hearts reluctantly give up their secrets.
I spread out my fingers – the dew
Has settled on the grass.

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Written October 12th, 2005

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  • October 12, 2005
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    I love how you described thing!Go imagery!