Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Summer Serenade

when the thunder stalks the sky
when tickle footed walks the fly
when shirt is wet and throat is dry
look, my darling, thats july.

though the grass be leather
and prickly temper tug the teather
shall we postpone our love for weather?
if we must melt, lets melt together.

~a physical and spiritual reflection of mine and his summer.

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