This
Summer
When
winter tarries,
I
imagine taking walks
all
over the neighborhood,
through
the canyons,
and
up to the mountain top.
But
now during summer,
the
only mountains I meet
are
dishes, school work and paperwork.
When
it cools,
perhaps
I’ll have a little time
to
feel uneven ground under my feet
blue
skies, pines and golden aspens overhead
with
silver slivers of falls in the distance.
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