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summer_jackel) wrote2012-08-15 11:53 pm
summer_jackel) wrote2012-08-15 11:53 pm
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August Night
I am at rest on the boulder's edge,
Coba's little head stretched across my belly,
a collie at my side, the wolfhound
draped improbably across my knees----staring up
into the countless stars, bathed in soft
pale glowing of the milky way.
In a ring of circling trees, we brief things
reach upward with our flicker lives;
Two coyotes carol wantonly, from a distance---
This is the heart of an August night
and my own is well.
Coba's little head stretched across my belly,
a collie at my side, the wolfhound
draped improbably across my knees----staring up
into the countless stars, bathed in soft
pale glowing of the milky way.
In a ring of circling trees, we brief things
reach upward with our flicker lives;
Two coyotes carol wantonly, from a distance---
This is the heart of an August night
and my own is well.