The Deeps of Summer

We are moving into the Deeps of Summer
where magic can still be found sparking in the hot nights and long afternoons of adventure lurk in the heat;
music and art and Shakespeare in the Park, fire seared meat and laughter in the dark.
The Moons of Summer hang huge and near
in the star speckled skies of infinite spectacle flecked with new comets and flickering aurorae
over the humming buzz of cicada broods, shining silver wash across the world.
The fruitful Life of Summer multiplies
itself by itself radiating outward into every crevice throughout existence from mere elements
what about a mountain is inanimate? what about a molecule is alive?

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