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we sit as the shade swallows the house in front of us
up here on our front porch sipping a cold drink
contently
waiting for the sun to go down.
Hello's start to echo on the street
as we begin to wake from this southern daze.
You can feel it in the air, no visible signs yet
the tension of change or the oppression of heat
has everyone longing for a little relief.
We're all musing over the black clouds
off in the distance, on the other side of the hills
while floating over head are cotton candy delights
trailing pink and turquoise ribbons wrapped in periwinkle blue.
Conversations are taking place in the treetops now
as the warm wind is making it's way through East Woods Park
on a Mystical fall quest
in and out of the leaning trees
whistling through the vines that first dress these oaks a century ago
dancing with the sand like a Sufi monk and the divine
announcing the first drops of rain.
Spoonfuls begin to fall
my desire to be a part of it swells with the creek
and I can't help myself
barefoot through the thirsty grass i run
to the swings.
There's nothing like the first rains of a Texas summer
it's a joy that can't be told.
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