some things
happen,
like a map
unseen,
like life
unforeseen.
so today
the work day
went away,
like
a snow day
in august
without
snow:
so now
i slow
down.
this morning
was a kiss,
an inspirational
bliss,
a witness
to the heart
of the sea,
her wetness
planted
upon my lips,
her dreamy
mist
crisp like
this morning,
not with snow
but rather
the slow
saunter
of summer
in (f)august.
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