Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Late Summer


Your songs are like dreams
found resting in the long grass,
hot dusty songs hung
low in trees on limbs
old and cracked, abandoned rows
of trees, old orchards,
wizened fermented
apples and sodden golden
bees drunk on their juice,
drooping afternoons.

August 12, 2010 4:24 PM

4 comments:

  1. sounds like paradise to me.

    just back from picking raspberries on farm roads near dusk. what more is there, christopher? what more might we ask for?

    xo
    erin

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    1. Oh I don't know, maybe a life that no longer has money stresses in it?

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  2. Lovely lovely words.
    A life free of money stresses would be lovely too...
    Anna :o]

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    1. Thank you for that. I agree. Get rid of the money stress please. Right now I am spending 10k trying to earn 100k net selling my house. Even that won't clear away all the stress of course but it will delay it a few minutes :D*

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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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