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gentle, go gentle
breeze across my face
in the sweet heat of
early Summer

river rocks, smooth,
laid down in age
upon age,
ring the banks
of this glowing
lake

and we, family,
take our rest
in the sanctuary
of time and cool ripples
on our shore

our shore,
claimed like a friend,
but not for keeps,
like a handshake
or a kiss
on the cheek,
is our shore

and this begins,
again and again
and new all the same,
our Summer

~May, 2008