The lavender sends
soft satellites out into
the botanical hum,
they orbit the
garden bobbing
on invisible
currents of heat
three feet off the
ground,
testing the days fabric
and
all around the bees
and cicada
charge summers
engine;
in their small chests
fibrous
cogs and wheels
ruffle furiously ....
at work consuming
and
regenerating the
hot cells of summers
dream.
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