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Summer 2017

09 Jul

My soul soaks in the song
As white wisps float fantastically
In the hot blue sky
And the sun prickles the
Pigment of my skin.

Ah….summer

Long drives on rambling roads
Where worn rubber presses
Tightly against scorched pavement
And I pass green-gold fields
Full of promise.

Ah….summer

I smell sun-baked pine needles
And watch glinting waves
Lick the rocky mountain lake shore
as the raging river full of
spring-melted snow slows
And becomes one with the lake.

Ah….summer

Periwinkle Fleabane blooms
At the dust-choked, sun-drenched
Trailhead and feeds the bumble bee
Drifting from blossom to blossom.

Ah….summer

The desert-like mountain heat
stops the clock and the
Bear Grass stands at ram-rod
Attention saluting the sky.

Ah….summer

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