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A crimson orb is rising
hazy above the treeline
languid day is dawning
slow and fluid as it ripens...

Heat waves undulate through
the air above the meadow
distorting the scenery
in funhouse mirror fashion...

The wild things move lazily
in the grass, seeming to carry
the oppressive warmth like
a quilt upon their backs...

And as the day tarries
insects drone a sleepy song
hypnotic as sirens their spell
is cast...and summer comes...

K.Tate Jacoby
copyright June 17, 2009

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