frost and fog
first golden rays of light
break through
on a highway of sepia fields
a young bull eats cold hay

I count stars
while Chorus Frogs sing
Summer nights
there is a wildfire
in the bed of my lover

friends encircle
the backyard bonfire
familiar dialog
drums slowly begin
to sing to each other


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