Unplanned
O Summer soon will kiss the moon.
She wears a pure white eyelet skirt.
Carries little sandwiches, and lemonade.
Spreads her fare and there she flirts.
The blanket underneath her curves.
Its tartan splendor over the sand.
His ravenous hunger on her lips.
The swelling high tide unplanned.
Her daisy chain loosens from her neck.
Does he love her or love her not?
He charms as the Big Dipper hastens..
stars spin..and she forgets her last thought.
5/13/2019
Caren Krutsinger’s Summer Quatrain Poetry Contest
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