the intoxicating stolen last moments of summer fleeting
standing in the backyard sunshine
toes in the green grass at seven oh nine on an August evening,
face pointed north
gold heat warming my left side.
the rusty rattle of the neighbor's air conditioner, the creak of crickets, tisk of bug and bird,
the soft air that swirls and tosses things to the slanting sun
turning them into sparkling fairy dust.
a lonely ant skitters over my toe unnoticed
shadows grow longer and longer, the squash leaves illuminated from behind, glowing.
a dog barks.
a car passes.
long necked porcelain hollyhocks lean against the pealing siding
in a patch of dappled shade.
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