that clean squeaky air / the morning after a thunderstorm / running fast and flooding streets built through former backwaters / July sweet July / it sings its song / I wait for the next note
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Tag Archives: July
untitled series 4 (Summer 2022), number 5
The dew, when it falls, does so then evaporates
around 2 in the morning.
It’s no use waiting for July to end
August on the other side, waiting
offering no promises and maybe just
a Fool’s Fall for a greeting.