July
Time is one slug chasing another one
Past little puddles of memory slides
While robins sit betting in trees for fun
And weaving their lives with fragile sticks.
Memory's a bunny nibbling on grass
Then sees an eagle and lets out a scream,
Hides beneath a forest of rippling glass
Falls in a daze of the afternoon dream.
Summer won't end when the sun sets tonight,
Just as kisses will leave an unseen mark.
A lingering shiver remains in flight,
Dreams of a dream in the hour that's dark.
How do you capture a butterfly's sigh?
Unwrap its heart, and love it on the sly.
