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Poem:

 

Summer sweated and soared,

a delirious goddess

with a hot crush

on the cool rocks and

the raw blue skies.

 

Lanquid 

honey breasted season,

your peach light vision

shines on

day after elaborate day

whispering

a lazy symphony

about love's essential place

in time.

 

dg Copper Canyon