Bring on
the great devouring slumber.
Look at us, how we lumber
along the sidewalk like colossi
afraid of their own shadows.
The heat endows
the situation with a certain symmetry,
a kind of grace, and were we gracious
enough to accept it all
without prejudice…
That’s for another day, I say.
And really, the way the months
just roll along however pleasantly,
there’s no denying
we’re losing our footing,
and sooner or later,
apt to get tripped up a bit,
entangled in the movement
of season into season.
No time like the present
I was always told, to set your reason
on a proper course.
No time like the present
to drown my voice in yours.

-r. miller

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