Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 9, 2019

Dream summer~by Stephen Miles



Dream summer

Desire to walk
damp dew grass
eludes me.
To feel falling rain
swimming naked
in seclusion’s
Surrounded by Boston ivy,
leaves twitching
from unseen blue tits
nesting neath
all eyes prying.
Where is the sun?
Fantasy without wind
precipitations nemesis
a worshipers Nirvana.
The to have, what I have not
neither interested nor motivated
by cogs of ignition
lost in summers dream.


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