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Harvest the stars
like a whistle of blue
and peel back the veneer
of summer like siding
on the old homestead
bubbling off of all memory
in the heat.

Paw your way
through the green and yellow beans
and you will  feel the itch of your skin
and the anticipation of your mouth watering
with delight at the ways that butter
and a little salt
light up when you
place the tender bites
between the chewing
of delight.

Pick a perfect peach.
Peel the husk
of a squeeking ear
and find treasure.
Tomatoes full of juice
and flavor like nothing else
you will ever taste.

 Stand bare foot
in the cool of the grass
at dawn
and know
that you are more alive
on this day
than you ever imagined
was possible.

Tomorrow,
more.