Saturday, June 7, 2025

You Spent the Hour Singing

We have reached

automatically 

the beautiful part 

of the hot day, 

just as we expected

happily diving deep

into the song of this room 

made comfortable 

by open-ordained freshness. 

Air flavored green spoons

And even though we are doomed

Because of it we sing

We sing as we prepare

longer cadences 

We sing in the moment 

that draws close 

We sing to the sensible 

border of our darling 

and masterful hands.

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