- Keep your dandelion wine. Give me fresh-picked blueberries.
- There's a tint of copper, tainted with smoke on the dawn wind.
- Fans purr in the evening; morning finds us under the covers.
- Summer green is fraying.
- Flies and giant moths stagger through the open windows.
- The rivers are low and clear and cold.
- Marathons crisscross the city like shoelaces.
- The line between the outdoors and air-conditioning is a dulling knife.
- The earth is clothed in the colors of royalty
- and douses itself in ironic cologne.
nov 2 2009 ∞
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