My eyes glide over a silky green field,
To focus upon the many faces,
I greet the sharp resolution
With a smile that the hot sun
Seems to mold.
We venture up through forests,
Using only the golden rods
Coming down from the sky
As our measurement of time.
Then back into the center,
Of noise, of fear of being seen,
Cars, buses, traffic lights,
And the cement,
Burning, in comparison to
The dewy, shadowed lawn.
Sweat skids down all of our necks,
And we receive our sad exhaustion,
Breathless, beautiful,
and to return,
To the luminous day
Upon the next morning's noon awakening.
A contest entry
- summer love :) by Marilyn..
600 points, ended August 4, 2008, 8 entries
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