the foxtail stands tall,
honeysuckle blooms lay dead,
days grow longer still.
hot wind rattles, leaves
grasses bent to acquiesce
the truncated night.
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the foxtail stands tall,
honeysuckle blooms lay dead,
days grow longer still.
hot wind rattles, leaves
grasses bent to acquiesce
the truncated night.
Love this, John. A beautiful way to start the weekend.
Thanks Angela. I’m glad it was enjoyed.