as june and july exchange niceties
fireflies flicker
otherworldly green
woodsmoke laces night air
faces rise and fade
orange and blue
tree spirits freed
from broken branches
burned in a circle of stones
loons call to them
ducks laugh like young girls from the point
clouds part slight pathways to the stars
the ground rustlecrunches alive
music drifts in waves from across the lake
just nod if you can hear me...











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