Summer
ii.
No words for
Summer heat, no reason
to believe we
will not
find
reincarnation—
Let fingers
trace the way. Let
fingers weigh
The trace
of everything
left
to hold
come Winter.
Checkin' things out by the river.
Posted in pick 52
No words for
Summer heat, no reason
to believe we
will not
find
reincarnation—
Let fingers
trace the way. Let
fingers weigh
The trace
of everything
left
to hold
come Winter.