
first day of July
color finally changing
can’t wait to taste red

first day of July
color finally changing
can’t wait to taste red

looking with wonder
never knowing cruelty
wide eyed innocence

stillness this morning
lines across an even blue
kites content to perch

a crispness of air
the bent in the sycamore
a brisk summer walk

freedom bears a price
once hands are set on the plow
there’s no turning back