Sun-Eater

photo courtesy of Scott and Robin Lunt

On the cusp of June and forever
I gasp and pant
in this heat, the high summer
of my life arriving so soon;
still a crisp plant
still in bloom
just so thirsty, ah so thirsty
and so thirty-something,
just so missing something now
and yesterday, what is it?

I peer from my garden
into flourishing streets, ready
to breakfast on the morning sun
and all goodwill,
but only now does it dawn on me
who the good earth is
to whom my roots cling fast
and ever draw their water.

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From Matt to Suzy