give in to summertime
telling fear a simple
no
I will
be untidy about lines
freedom in
coffee stains and
a lamp and a guitar
psalms felt with spirit
with passion
I will
risk it all to hear
just the sound of your voice
just the whisper at night
with the fan on low
I will
admit I have been slow
in growing
but summer
I hear
is when things swell
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