Am I the creator in me
Or just an idle muse you see
The cool stars above my head
Or the wise tales of them I once said.
I sit and gaze when these warm mountains full of summer mist and intrigue,
Simmer down to this evening here, a cool crickets calming shimmer.
I wonder how long a sunflower in my yard, some may call a vegi-coner, Will hang on to life thru August and September Splendor.
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