Last Day of Summer

Rose

During the hectic pound of tiny feet
The roar of excited reunions
Silence slips to mind
The image of a Summer rose in a white dress
I pass you by with a flutter of furious
Emotions, tumbling into your elegance
Leaning, lingering by the door
They taunt my words
Should I pause
Drink in the nectar
Banter for the minute or two
We may have
Then saunter away until the next
I know the smile
I know the contagious glimmer
Is there
It’s the muse I may find
That makes me wary
Then I feel the flames
Fan into the air
Following you
Flowing from you
As you spin
Walk away
A lovely candle
A delicious muse
I don’t know if I should use
“Sigh”

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