August
Father and mother unlock your doors
On nights of summer. Bare
Feet gliding through hushed sighs. They love
Waiting for tomatoes crimson to climb and Magnolias grow
Larger than whales, white on the terrace
Spraying delicious scents around the homes
Of hands, stirring quiet to lift quilts and escape
Out the window and into the night.
In the damp heat, smallness is grand
Crashing waves that wear the years away,
And I am bathing with the midnight birds
Black feathers wet and they sing
"The moon is a lamp
The stars are chandeliers
And you my dear are a moth
Trapped in an earthly body
Jailed by the summer night."
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