Sunday, August 25, 2013

Hadley, Late August




     Hadley, Late August

Under a shade tree I lingered too long
Sipping of summer before it was gone

Heavy of head and dreamily dozing
On soft, fragrant grass that soon will be frozen

The laughter of children resounding nearby
Fingers of breeze from a blue cloudless sky

I lay by my bicycle, resting my legs
And licking my lips for sweet summer dregs


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