At ten-thirty this morning, the sun makes my arms feel like they’re about to become wings; the shade is the spirit of cool and quiet things.
August 24, 2020
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Summer Advice
Kiss each other
in the shade
after you’ve
eaten
a juicy
ripe peach.
No shade,
imagine the tree.
No peach,
imagine the taste.
No one, no one
with a heart
out
of reach.
Poems, Slightly Used, June 1, 2009
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Categories: Poems, Slightly Used
Tags: Flesh and Spirit, Imagination, Kisses, Love, Peaches, Poems, Poetry, Sun and Shade, Wings
William Michaelian 