down on me.

a slow burn, burdened with beauty–

built for butter hues, cool-toned patio dinners,

and polka dotted capris.

just to be alive is a grand thing.

to feel, feel–

and feel it all over again.

to let the overripen peaches, drip down 

and touch your soul.

plant your feet where your heart is, 

letting the grass worm through your toes.

nurture your garden without remorse,

and sprout anew in the dragonflied morning.