HOT
Here comes Summer, hot
swelteringly, yeah! so.
The blue bird occult
worshiphes golden eve
refreshing its dry guts.
Some breeze swings its green tree
beneath which I mute seat
as feebly it sings
a holy twilight's Hymn .
I keep thus aloft
not to disturb, nay! it
and hearing its beau song
I do worship its God!
By g.riveros
© 2009 g.riveros
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