The evening wind takes her off
Across the lawn, her tawny dog on a long long blue rope, after
She has sat awhile to watch
The summer soccer boys frolick
She wears pastel shorts, a gallery of ink symbols,
On thighs, shoulder, and forearm
There's a top that matches, not cheap
She's not fixed she tells the picnic crew, explaining the twenty foot line
They meander toward the garden
Early August dense, corn tassels a thicket water covets
A couple on a blanket take in the arrival of evening
He leans over for the kiss she plants
They exist on hip and elbow resting
Freely feeding on the moment, yawning more
The dog has gone, their mistress vanished
There's nothing to fix, fertility folds the grass damp sheet
No friction of city intrude
A fleeting basket summer offers, a veritable pageant youth colors
Over the sated mind mislead
SE pdx
8-7-24
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