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Endless summer....
Hair the shade of ripening wheat
Eyes the green of farmers' fields of June corn
And heartbeats of mid-day heat, rising from the earth
Here is a warmth
That keeps me through the winter months,
Like lying on sun-baked sand
Beside the sea of years
I have seen you, loved you
In your prickly youth
And your hidden grace, my friend
- C.Carrier, 11/99 |