Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Summer Night High

The blinking lights of planes in the night
harmonize with the stars. 

As crickets sigh,
the light streams of fireflies weave a tellurian paradise
and I understand at once
how foolish is wanderlust--
for what can Paris or Tokyo offer that can compare 
to this North American lullaby?

The sweet, fruity scent of summer-blooming trees
fills the atmosphere and invades my nostrils,
contributing to the high
of this summer night
and I can't imagine why
anyone
would want to be
anywhere but here.

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