Ambiguity in Summer
rides a different breeze
than it is
prone to fly in other seasons --as it undergoes fleet shadows, blatant beats
of heat, and unapologetic angles of the light
which
generate unreasonable generosity: to dare
to reach for,
eat the peaches that the Sun has undertaken to incite into voluptuous exactitude would
seem completely to reject ephemera and subtlety –
and yet we
sit in each translucent coolness
we can grab, the
ever-hesitating you and me, inhabiting our comfortably sweet uncertainty.
We will not give it up. In our way, we live it up.
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