Whether it be for Dad, Uncle, Grampa, or Grandma... I hope you made it out today
to experience the longest day of the year.
Frolic in the openness of green trees and the golden light they perspire.
Skip over a daisy to preserve a bit more dew
from the falling mist
of the teetering night.
Let the human remain under stars
for a canopy serenade:
wind huddled
in chattering leaves,
million speckles of water dropping like sunset.
A moistened pocket
to tuck dandelions before decay,
and pat stamen with golden powder;
more life will unfold.
Crawl out of caves to ascend earth
for a climactic finish. Brilliant green;
here is where it all begins;
to feel the pull of each corner
nest
excrete
conquest
lust,
until the hairs on our arms
hypnotize the supple creases
that tongues can seek,
and poses dangle like clever berries
to be had.
- Jessica M. Wilson
Sunday, 6. 21. 2015
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