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summer hair

summer’s cage, all golden light,
full of drifting dust
and golden shines your hair so bright
on dusty shoulders brushed

heat’s cage, blankets leaves,
fills the golden air
but heat can brighten nothing these
as heat can fill your hair

the golden cage, filled with heat,
and dusty summer drift
cannot sweep me off my feet
as hair that summer lifts

for falling on your shoulders, dear,

is God’s sweet breath indwelling here


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