Journey Round the Sun: August
Sudden pink lilies on tall bare stalks
Leap from dead ground.
Ripe fruit thuds into hot dust.
Perseids streak the night sky,
Space gravel burning in air,
Silent and swift as Newton's thought.
Earth turns in its spiral dance,
Leaning into light.
Up, down, around,
We all move to the same music.
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