Thursday, June 21, 2012

Summer


summer . . .


not my favorite season


swimming through the airless sky


but that dusky mourning cloak butterfly


spots of brilliant blue edging each wing as he


pumps his life into both having just emerged into


the hot sun steaming his wrinkles out flat, fluttering now


into that same damp air that is not


my favorite season but his


summer.


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July

heat lightning flies, with fireflies vies - flashing bright in the thick, dark air.