Saturday, July 24, 2010

Down in July




Blackberries and storm clouds and oppressive heat,
Humidity waving to me in my sleep,
between raindrops, steam vapors,
and the hopes that I keep.

On arising I kiss the earth and she kisses me back,
there is no greater joy to me than that.
To think that a part of me came from her sod,
Yet I mix with the wind and the dew and the morning fogs.

Humidity waves to the earth in her dreams,
as she hints at the secrets that she silently gleamed,
through raindrops and steam vapors down in July,
when blackberries, storm clouds and oppressive heat,
are the chores to be done before we sleep.

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