07 August 2009

Summer is Almost Over

I sat outside tonight
Reading, by moonlight,
Carl Sandberg.
And smoking a cee-gar.

My dog and I,
Indulging in poetic splendor
In the dewy, decaying summer.
And smoking a cee-gar.

O to escape those worlds of prose,
With fog and smoke and verse.
The scene backlit, with dim glows
Casting shadows of waning summer bliss.
While smoking a cee-gar.

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