4.15.2010

Summer

it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.

it reads:
A bright noon passes
The sky is always lighter
Than a photograph

A shade never seemed
Like protection, but this hot
Blue zenith shimmers

Cold drinks (not for long)
Make my teeth sting and sinus
Ache with pleasing cool

How is this not King
Of bees and dry grass rust'ling
Cold lake and hot sky?

August proud never
Ends, clouds come, I walk in cool
Afternoon with God.

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