The high holy days
Of summer - the zinnia
Beds in full glory
The butterflies with
Their anthers full - the humming birds
Incessantly humming
The bucket of cherry tomatoes
Overflowing - the sun drenched
Kiss of hypertrophic growth
Everywhere on display yet
Indolence abounds
And even the red hibiscus
Singing its arias can’t keep me
From succumbing to the
Swinging cadence of a nap in
The backyard hammock
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