August Legends
The sky is news-worthy
the day brightly published,
up-town where the trees live
sunshine plays in the streets.
Later, in the wild-walking cities
there will be donuts;
racers will twirl while they hurl
rubber into smoking halo's,
but here in suburbia
only recycled and ritual sins
are dumped decorously
into well-kept trash bins.
The air is clear in God's manicured acres
where all the long dead Shaker's
had the decorum and foresight
to propagate no more of their brightness,
nor publish simple gifts to the unheeding.
A community grills hotdogs and burgers
through a late summer day,
dullsville simmers away
long into the evening crawlies,
where the glaring stars retell
bygone bedtime stories.
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