a quiet settles
on parks, playgrounds &
wheat field
where do we purchase
to prolong this summer light
& savor the glorious coat of green
we count the wild sun-
flowers & goldenrods yellowing the trail
& wild teasels, with their empty
seed heads, bowing to the cool wind
we fold sorrows
in deep pockets
as old letters fade
delicate as amber veins
on a fallen maple leaf
the hours go on, un-
shaken by mortal breath,
under the bridge, the river flows un-
tallowed by our thoughts
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