Somewhere Far Away

It’s the dog days of summer

The crepe myrtles are in bloom 

Shining their pinks to 

Anyone who should care to look 

Black-eyed Susans stare intently 

At twilight’s last gleaming 

It’s the blue hour

Clear and mad and repeating

The same song you’ve known

Since the beginning

Purple coneflower, butterfly bush 

When you close your eyes 

You remember the corn 

waving in the wind

The breath of the night air 

kissing your spine 

Bringing it to life

As if you could fly 

Anywhere you imagined 

Somewhere far away 

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