13th Summer

You might want to know

someday

about that summer.

How it passed,

It’s music,

its journey

its shape.

But I could no more tell it than

I could explain

how mica hides itself deep in rock

That thirteenth season of warmth

Locked itself deep inside,

and, like mica,

revealed its treasures

in thin layers

For all the years since.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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