Saturday, July 14, 2012

Summer Time

Between two seconds opened
a long, long past summer, one
of those in the heartland, the sun
steaming the fields lush,
the animal of us sunk
into our deep knowing skins. 
Then there was time
stretching forever down
the furrowed rows of nothing to do,
the universe merely the sweet
smell of ripe Maryland cantaloupe.

2 comments:

  1. Lovely, especially "into our deep knowing skins".....the sights and scents of summers past.

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  2. I also like furrowed rows and steaming the fields
    Nicew on e!

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