It is a summer enough
For the supple clover leaves
To be blooming up in pink
Cotton gallaced up in buckles
And something smells like honey suckle
And like a first time, since the last time
I preserved wildflowers in my book
And this summer was all it took
To be enough, on this summer enough.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 25th, 2024 13:37
- Category: Reflection
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