Thursday, July 29, 2010

July 29

Late July’s warm rain
Makes the barefoot walk to the mailbox
Feel like swimming in the Caribbean.
Clover blossoms stick secretly between the toes
Lungs inhale a lusty moist zephyr
Hair hangs in seaweed locks.
A catbird follows overhead
Lofting with some labor
From branch to branch
She sings and sings
Hoping I will catch the tune and join in
The sly sylvan chorus.
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