dragonfly
blows dry the morning
dew,
wings a-buzz
with the thick call of summer.
swallow
slips graceful
o’er cool evening breeze
through sunlit shimmer,
to slice
the corners of the wind.
and here,
twixt verdant moments
we wait patiently
for yesterday
see,
https://thedeprevation.com/2012/08/12/fat-silence/
summer passes, and other things too….
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