Still July

Dawn creeps

a spider’s lace

of light,

cacophony of


giant pterodactyls

pace the roof

cries angular

a bird’s bark

off key

aural irritant.

Garden sighs

dew soft

leaves glisten,

& the cherries

hide from snails.

Dreams come


whimsical landscapes

neither sought nor known.

Mid summer’s hung

in expectation

suspended betwixt

‘then & ‘when’

as we all are.

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