Summer Song
A hole in the covering cloud ...
Summer lies tied to the clairvoyant condor’s claw
Sweeping the skies supremely surely
Unblinking gaze on the shimmering earth
Not a figment of the cultivated cocaine cloud
Looks on with transfixed tormenting time
Setting the wild abandon abundantly ablaze
Plucking a feather from its flying feathered wings
Drops it on lazy lounging wafting dreams
Brushing the cherubic cheeks of childhood ignorance
Scorching the tears to sublime salt
Another whiff, another world
The same summer stretches beyond!
What stayed with you?
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