(Selected Winner of Oak Magazine's Vi Olsen Memorial Contest - 2007)
Supine
Rays spill from behind drained thunderclouds
Like golden cones slicing a blue dome,
The afternoon sun bathes my blood and lightens my load
Cradled in the web of a hammock,
I retire my thoughts on nature’s hook and shed the day’s responsibilities
July dreams soon sweep over me like a welcoming breeze,
Carrying me afar,
To a land where these summer moments never perish
Copyright 2007 by Vince Lowry (Author of Constellation Chronicles)
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