| last days
of May These are the last days of May when our innocence reigns with a cautious eye toward summer when wounds from our falls still heal quickly our world still luscious and fresh for a while when time stops to gaze and late blooms are still welcome. These are the last days of May and the sun gathers strength for its soon-searing prowl in the sky its fervent kiss on my skin still reminds me, smiling, of you when we gorged ourselves on our newness before the rains, in the early days. These are the last days of May our eyes meet -- we're silently counting time barely biding its time springs will run dry very soon so we wait, soundless baiting of breath as the silent rush of the heat slowly gathers... © Jon Bohrn (1998) ("Last Days of May")
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