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Thursday, June 26, 2014


Shortening shadows.

Lengthening days.


Waking to life,

an arboreal yawn.

Truest colored tendrils — 

freshly born.

Joyfully rooted.

An ornithological chorus,

pitch-perfect in cacophonous harmony.

Serene undulations of oratory pleasure,

Nature’s soft call to a new day’s dawn.

Miraculous feathered levity.

Bladed soldiers —

a chlorophyll platoon.

Cut-to-length obsession.

An ever-cool

barefoot temptation.

Coating chins and noses,

a sticky tributary.

Spread-legged postures and seed-sorting tongues.
Striped, watery sweetness.

O happy, heavy fruit!

Sun brewed leaves,

cubed with ice,

captive to moisture wrapped vessels.

Humidity's antidote — 

sweet or not.

Straw hat lady,

smiling at the sun.

Resting in reclined absorption,

relinquishing winter's pale coat

for human color.

Waves on feet —

a delightful rhythmic torment.

Squawking sand-steps and angry Gull croons.

Gritty snacking.

Crowded solitude.



Alive — again.


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