What Summer Knows

Never could hear the music,
but I tasted the words and
tears of others destined
to feel the intoxicating
fragrance of fresh salt
water on skin and drips
of moonlight cascading
over moments that become
memories, a lingering
touch of a hand, or a kiss
left to the wind. Summer
passes one lover off to
another, and there the sun
sets and rises for the
restless traveler to forever
hide the storm within.

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