the gentle
rumble of
fireworks
roll
in the distance;
a firefly
rises right
before your eyes; &
sweaty nights
sink
into
sticky
afternoons,
and the cicadas…
they sing,
so sweet.
so sweet.
though frost still
haunts magnolia
perfumed air,
summer’s bounty
awaits
you,
&
me too.
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