SOME SUMMER

 

Birdbath garden

In the year of nectar:

rich neck kisses.

Soothing songs we played,

didn’t we?

And

you said it was possible

to never really die.

 

God, but the sun was warm

that year,

the juice sweet,

the loving fair.

We didn’t need encores then,

did we?

And

you said it was impossible 

to ever really die.

[From the Along the Gulf series]

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