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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Monday, September 3, 2012

Summer Nights

Summer Night, Albert Bloch (1913)

The summer nights play on and on
You move like a sax solo
languid in the heat
dreamy, bluesy
Like a sleepy cat you stretch
The air wicks off notes of jasmine 
honeysuckle
into the thickness
We wait
for the ending measures of summer
with sweat in our eyes
and syncopated heartbeats
while the summer nights play on
and on.

submitted for The MagMag 133