AUGUST
I best love
my lost and wildish girl heart
reborn surprised
among the blonde grasses of August
running for no reason
among the dusty gaity of daisies,
bending knee, foot, flower
for the sun,
for the sun
just this day, to put aside
subtle things
accumulations
of age, duty and reason.
Just this day, dear friends,
dance with me
on the generous Earth.
Let this be all that matters
this endless blue exhaultation
of summer skies
and praise,
praise the day,
the colors and taste of it
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