And yet the days still yawn long and wide like a little girl’s arms toward the sun bit sky.
I have studied summer days.
Held them up to light and under microscopes to see what their skin is made of.
Dropped them from towers to see how quickly they give in to gravity and how high they bounce back.
Made mazes for them to see how deftly they maneuver and with what motivation.
Even sliced them open to gander at their innards and try to cup and label the pulse that makes them breathe.
But to no avail.
The strange and invisible chorus at dusk.
The evening hour’s hammock that cradles your hard-worked and hard-played body.
The hope of sneaking into a day’s back hours.
O, promise of a summer day, you defy my tools of understanding.
And I bow.
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See you in the woods,