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JULY

Manic optimism of summer

Holy July of hope

When all futures seem intertwined

Magnificent humanity multiplied

Ready to go

And never stop

Until exhausted into loves bed you drop

            Autumn speaks in muted tones

            Somewhat longer wavelengths

            As we tilt away from our son

            Seeing him as his own self

            No longer our own

While in winter

Should it ever pass

Cold fingertips type away

A heart of fragile glass

Able to be shattered

With a harsh word

            Nothing you know stays complete

            Every aspect

            Balanced in a precarious hold

            Ready to tip

            If anything should slip

            A life in limbo

            Too much to know

            It seems somehow

            Until you just see

            What is there without coloring

Accepting what is

Turning it to beneficial purposes

Doing so with a smile

Both inside and out

Beaming gratitude                                                                                        150105.2

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