Summer
skies rush in
a horizon hazy blue
but above so vivid it hurts
heat, blacktop
an unknown future longing
drives my restless wandering heart
wind moves leaves
a sunbeam warms my back, soul
heaven waits around the corner
warm lakeshore
an almost nap on the grass
her gentle fingers in my hair
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