comes on shore, from heated airs, over a far away ocean, steals in with quiet hands, no thunderous clapping, gently lifts, shakes, the woman’s long tresses, making them an even bigger tangled messes
the irises standing proud ‘n tall, with their quiet applause, mm 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 blends 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