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Summer pulls August over the horizon,
its greens lush and steamy beneath
liquid skies that smell of coming rain.
But a white sun still blazes above
igniting the meadow’s deep weeds,
making the shade trees into gods
under whose spreading arms
rabbits take refuge and nibble
the sweet summer grass