Summer by Robert Pack
This is the full of summer, this is all
The bumblebee has ever dreamed about;
This is my rise that has no fall;
This is my in that has no out.
And this my body’s happiness, the call
Of clover scented in the swaying air
The bumblebee has ever dreamed about.
This is the full of summer, this is all
Bold blossoming and blazing everywhere,
The hummingbird suspended at the rose
With no thought of your leaving in my mind.
This is my opening that has no close,
This is my now with nothing left behind,
No thought of winter thinking can’t forestall;
This is the full of summer, this is all.
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