Rising from the Heat
And desperate for those skies
That bring the solstice
I make to make welcome
Beloved friends.
Sister,
I just saw her, in mist
Diaphanous
Lavender and blue
Miasma in the library
As I breathe in a cooling
Air, but still,
Only if I’m
Still, symphony with
Bullfrogs and I can see
The Dipper
From the patio.
Years ago I saw her and told you about
Her, you said,
Diaphanous and
Blue, and I believe that’s when you
Put up the mezuzah; it’s
Come down but tucked into
This place
With her.
And then
My sister, you blessed all the
Doorways.
In the time of Suffer
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