Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Hammock Gazing Skyward in the Night


Hammock Gazing Skyward in the Night


The humor and its goodness fade away
With screen door slamming sweat and jangling bliss 
While longing, notwithstanding empty arms
Spilled sparkling fluid memories of this.

The starlit summer sensual decay
Cacaphony of cricket-grinding greed
Impassioned by the lengthening of the day
Has celebrated solstice in our need.

Unwinding through the intervening years
Departure, such a simple thing to do
Left ringing all the seasons in my ears
And darkening the image that was you.

This subtle devastation of the night
For me, provides the equinox you might.

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