Sunday, July 28, 2013


Stepping out the door
i was met with the fragrance of
wild raspberries.
After yesterday's deluge
i was afraid they all
would have been washed away-
into the cottontail thickets
There's also something
in the smell of corn in husks
cooked over a wood fire
that marks this time of year.
With one small green frog
and a large brown
dragonfly for company
i ate summer rain
sweetened with
maple sunshine
and apologized for

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