Morning Poem, August 23, 2018

The slow sweat of Summer is gone

The air is light with breeze

The blue is certain in the sky

The grass and trees still green

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Somewhere upriver now, I know

Some boy, strong as a mule

Takes his last drive from some rope swing

While others sit in schools

copyright 2018

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