The Height of Summer


The Height of Summer


As high as the tooth-petalled chicory in empty lots;

as wide as the lake where dragonflies land on our toes;

as sweet as the first warm blackberries in our palms;

as deep as the air at dusk, sodden with jasmine and salt;

as quick as the swifts, swooping their way through dinner above us

as we float and praise, restored.

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