Uli Day
Friday, September 2, 2016
Afternoon at the lake
As you got up to leave
the oak leaves rose up too,
like a tailwind behind you,
as the breeze flowed up the hill
and the heat waves shimmered
above the grass
and the cicadas buzzed
lazily from the trees.
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September 3, 2016 at 8:10 AM
beautiful poem
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beautiful poem
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