summer painting
one small summer
these words i made to fit a poem
is this the gift?
a bridge, a stream, a small stretch of land
i could say:pass
some small summer
one gone quickly
not like a painted poem
whose nourishment continues
overflowing
bursting
weaving it’s way
running rings around the air
©2002
Wonderful poem. I love the last line.
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