Ah, the groans of summer
a lazy lawn-mower, shirt
left slung across the porch rail,
where a tall glass of ice water,
lemon and mint, sweats bright beads
of moisture in the afternoon shade.
The chlorophyll smell, grass greener
with two l's, fresh cool whisper
saying 'water, water;' lapping
little tongues of the earth's delight.
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