Summer Sonata by Desi Di Nardo
The sun sizes it up A fast grey machine Lopes like the wolf Stashed among trees Insouciant as the wind Heard but once a year Sighing cryptic litanies Fomenting everything You see it like this Pregnant with cause You do not look again Until the din is slick with dew And the false movement within Hints of its seared bronzed skin As the mythical locust begs for Reprise Spurned yet again Sunshine cedes Fall begins
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