There’s an area within for

safekeeping. A galaxy of swirling

words with orderly presence. It’s a

corner where a full moon enlightens

the darkness of emotional highways,

hiding us safely.


A disconnect prevents the unpredictable

from overtaking expressions; there are

no complaints when we hear only

our voice.


Every opening song is a reminder of

Summer and the aromas of fresh

cut grass, oil and vinegar on salads,

Lemons and lilacs.


Summer was everywhere.

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