Late SummerA Poem by MarkAnother one winds downI just got used to the fragrance of steam, coming from the pavement after a Summer rain. I love how the Sun is always up before the restaurants open. Wearing only shorts and T-shirts my flannel shirts lie forgotten somewhere. The girls in short shorts and tanks laughing behind dark glasses. I got comfortable with the excuse to buy ice cream. walking after dark when it's cool but not too cold; just right. I expect the Sun to be up late into the evening. And now it's August. And pumpkins are popping up all over.
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Added on August 19, 2013Last Updated on August 19, 2013 AuthorMarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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