Summer
The ease of love
Crosses her face as if it were a sin
Not to smile.
Heaven knows no bounds here.
It pours over this dust bowl
Like the silent joy of floating time.
And now a gathering at the waist.
She wades through children in coffee-colored skin.
She didn't wear a bra today
And the silent split cracked like thunder.
I wept through a wonderment
Where feet and jeans might meet,
A lovely, tender whisking
Of sight and sound,
Soul and flesh,
Crackling time.
I touched her back to get by and
She stirred.
Startled.
I went on for water
With love behind me.
And summer everywhere.
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