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Heavenly Crush
Lord, please put summer on pause...
everything is bathed in jade and bronzed.
Queen Ann's lac and curbside weeds,
beatified in the sweet, sautéed sunshine.
Everything is sheened in overabundance-
the aspen leaves are jiving on the breeze.
A cardinal is as plump as an uncut ruby...
for two weeks on- when the sun comes up
it weaves a song with lemon drops
is it taunting me or thanking the good lord
Lord, please put summer on pause
While I'm still enmeshed in bone and flesh
within the golden foothills of a heavenly crush.
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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