Summer Solstice
Trees outline the
horizon in green lace.
Beneath boughs float
galaxies of blue bugs.
Crimson clouds smudge sky.
Listen to swish
of branches as
cicada swell and swarm.
Hiding under shadows,
beating their wings,
hissing their mating calls.
Evening is coming…
the dawn of nighttime.
We are suspended now
between light and dark.
Clouds rushing over heaven.
Sun drops from sky.
The air is fragrant with
sweet flowering jasmine.
Southern winds sweep
across the hemisphere
brightening star after star
awakening this night.
Movement of Pink Flowers
We are swimming, bodies
arched. Each an active V.
The body does not hesitate.
Seeking only richness of flesh
saturation. Yet tightness
in limb, vigor to react.
It is mild July.
Birds recite litanies
in wood. Trees
greener every rainfall,
their leaves growing longer.
Pink flowers strewn
over sidewalks.
The body is swimming.
We constantly drift through
dates, locations, through faces.
A mind float as we swim
along side one another finding
new waves when they occur.
It is mild July night now
covering swiftly swiftly.
Air perfumed crepe myrtle.
We are suspended this moment
between light and dark.
Clouds rushing over heavens.
Sun drops from sky.
Pink flowers are blowing
across boulevards.
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