Summer

Love of change,

an uncracked nut,

frock draping,

wind working,

half staff.

 

Jokes of somersaults

fresh cut,

green grass billows,

rooted in earth,

canna lilies sway.

 

Read to some

day moon

light white,

clouds passing,

god calls

to be heard,

has listened

Short–

to be lived,

will end.

 

 

Kristie M. Hendricks

5 April 2018

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