Sitting on the hill,
nestled against the moon,
talking to stars.
You love a woodpecker.
What a stupid thing.
A panther dies of thirst.
A tall fern unfurls
the frond, to catch
a crested iguana.
In deep blue water
drowned, in one go.
A sapsucker goes
on, making holes,
in my psyche.
A tree will wait
for the summer to end.
Then it will tow the rain.
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|1||Smell Of Summer, by Eesha Syed|
|2||Snow In Summer, by Angela Wybrow|
|3||Collected Verses On Summer, by Indira Renganathan|
|4||High Summer, by Katharine Tynan|
|5||A Moribund Summer, by David Whalen|
|6||Anabella's Summer, by Guillermo Veloso|
|7||An Indian Summer, by Angela Wybrow|
|8||Another Summer, by David Whalen|
|9||A Scent Of Summer, by sallam yassin|
|10||Get Away For The Summer, by abi Whitaker|
|11||Gift Of Summer, by SAKISABRE Saki|
|12||Glory Of Summer, by Joseph T. Renaldi|
|13||Goodbye To Summer, by Angela Wybrow|
|14||Through The Summer, by Peter S. Quinn|
|15||Today Is Autumn, Winter And Summer, by Gert Strydom|
|16||Something Like Summer, by Aria Siren|
|17||Spring Meets Summer, by Larisa Rzhepishevska|
|18||Spring Summer, by Yash Pradhan|
|19||A Dream Of Summer, by John Greenleaf Whittier|
|20||Cracked Summer, by Satish Verma|