Sing me

Sing me something sweet, then
something that reminds me
of sunshine and wine and dancing
barefoot on green grass
in summer’s swooning heat.
Bring back the cicada
sawing in the sweet warm woods
and the lapping of blue ripples
bathing the red shore rootlets
and the cool of water on skin.
Ah, sing me summer again.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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