comes on shore, from heated airs, over a far away ocean, steals in with quiet hands, no thunderous clapping, gently lifts, shakes, the womanβs long tresses, making them an even bigger tangled messes
the irises standing proud βn tall, with their quiet applause, at the unfolding playlet observing, verdant spectacular every coloration, the sky spinning clouds, the lapping waves keeping rhythm, that everyone hears differently, and all the discordant cacophonous agitations blend harmoniously and everybody smiles, everyone grins, all knowing that the all~knowing just sneezed
wrote this to remind myself that I can still write a summer poem even if it is November 2nd at 9:41 on a sunny, but chilling morning