been no dusk more
humble
secret slipped in
summer
tire swing over
puddle
spun out popping
bubbles.
summer
a final dive
before summer dries,
heartbeat dim but
never dead,
time’s fog settles
over firebugs,
beauty on the
breath.
i kissed a hippie
visitor,
we drank our coffee
stronger..
together and spit
out myths
while tangling
pasts
to free the years
long spent
outcast.
i floated over creaky
bridge
like we had in swells
of summer,
where fireflies
with star
shaped
eyes
lead us safely
to its greener side.
hands in the garden 
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