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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Summer of Surprises

Summer is uncharacteristically seasonally mixed this year;
As if the earth has suddenly decided, perhaps, that it likes all seasons,
(Except for the sleep of winter), and, so, gives us a taste of each, in the space of
Several weeks:
The jalapeno of summer makes us sweat, in the best of ways, beneath the
smell of coconut oil and the beach towels we only see several times a year;
The crunch of homemade bread (breathed in like freshly shampooed hair, undried
And flung about, stinging one's cheeks in wild abandon) complete with the
Tang of butter, melting and gleaming on lips, fed with searching palms;
And the sudden crunch of green apple, jesting of spring, although the green is more held in this round orb, remembered, with its spurting juice upon a lover's nose (wicked granny, not so old after all), than in the dew-dropped leaves surrounding of
A few weeks back,
Made more surprising, by the painting of Brie, coating our tongues with honey warmth,
Ices its sudden, slick, summit.