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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Summer and All
Summer And All

By the road to the old cemetery
under the first hot sunof the season,
not a breeze to cool a red cheek
and three more months to burn,

you smelled the honeysuckle and the
mint, put them in my hand. i tasted
the honey, you listened.

All along the road we saw flowers fully
open, at the peak of their once-a-year
performance,alive as they would ever be,
the green grass assuming it would live forever.

Such a change came over me
on the road to the old cemetery.
Summer became a golden promise,a lovely
liar, or a chance for new life

2:05 AM ;
reaching for the stars;