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Enter high summer, longest day!
This higher summer we love will
Pour its liquid light and make us forget
Light-memory erases dark-fantasy
Straining against our veins
Of sunburnt epiphanies and
Skin-cancer worries, and wrinkles
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That climb the wrists of time like Dragons
Night frost that barely is brisk enough
To welcome Autumn’s strange roses
These fields have time to grow rich
Like a vibrant testament to our
Continuation among the weeds
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Ready to crash into the parade
You who think I find words for everything
Don’t know how loose I am from words
In the Indian Summer heat
You for whom I write, June Bugs…
Wuji Seshat 
Love your words. As always. “Of sunburnt epiphanies and skin cancer worries, and wrinkles that climb the wrists of time”. Brilliance and inspiring
Thanks, the Mandarin character is “Heat” in case you were curious of the title. I like some of those lines too.
I was in fact! Thank you 🙏
Lovely!!
Thanks Chris!
你也会说中文吗？ （Sorry, I don’t understand my computer’s traditional character inpu method, haha) I really like your poems (: