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Tracey and I are in San Diego, hoping our little treasure hunt comes reaps its intended reward. It’s a lazy weekend – perfect for a poem about one of my favorite months of the year – August:
“Let me enjoy
this late-summer day of my heart
while the leaves are still green
and I won’t look so close
as to see that first tint
of pale yellow slowly creep in.
I will cease endless running
and then look to the sky
ask the sun to embrace me
and then hope she won’t tell
of tomorrows less long than today.
Let me spend just this time
in the slow-cooling glow
of warm afternoon light
and I’d think
I will still have the strength
for just one more
last fling of my heart.”
— John Bohrn, Late August
(Hat tip: egreenway.com)
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