LEMON WARM

Under the dream of summer

I become a lazy traveler, like chrysanthemums

breaking and falling,

spreading my thoughts like sunlight on my shirt..

 

Songs dance my feet into islands, stepping

over warm sand and then rolling in its gold.

 

A lemon sun held the day, judging stars

to withhold and the moon to resist its frozen shine.

 

I am unafraid of corners and shadows or skies

gray with wind,

knowing summer will return and my

dreams not far behind.

 

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