Before it begins again
Suspended in time
Willing things to speed up, but
August slowed me down
In August
Her brown thumb turned green
At dusk she never saw weeds
Nor any fireflies
Butterflies hovered
She paddled -
turtles passed her
Cicada soft hum
Swamp roses bowed heads
The scent of sweet forgiveness
She learned to exhale
Suspended in time
Willing things to speed up, but
August slowed me down
In August
Her brown thumb turned green
At dusk she never saw weeds
Nor any fireflies
In August
Butterflies hovered
She paddled -
turtles passed her
Cicada soft hum
In August
Swamp roses bowed heads
The scent of sweet forgiveness
She learned to exhale