Summer days

Summer days

A theatre of many minds
a poem through which
many swallows move
beaks agape
harvesting the aphids
invisible to the naked eye

The long pendulous palm leaves
on this sun-risen day
bedraggled sway
in the light breeze

last night’s stars
put to bed
along with the moon

here hope
comes with the territory
love too


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