summer zephyrs


summer zephyrs

ripple through wheat fields

as warm as fresh-baked bread;

they dance in the meadows

spinning up a sweet bouquet;

they gust across the beaches

pausing only to put on some

tanning lotions and oils;

they foreshadow the rain

with an earthen dankness

not unlike nightcrawlers

all over the sidewalks


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