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Dog Days of Summer
August flees into the windy trees,
Golden fish in the creek take me closer to Heaven
When the ripe dripping air is drenched buttery with corn
And I gulp mouthfuls of rich popcorn while watching old movies
When Tampico is served around a campfire flickering with stories
My questions are gone.
I am so close to Heaven.
Far from my brothers,
Stranded between illusions and delusions,
Sparkling with newness and longing,
Creaking like a playground swing,
I am so close to Heaven—
Take good care of August.
She will not leave you alone.

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When I say I am far from my brothers, I'm talking about last summer, when my oldest brother finally left home to start his own life, our summer became much more peaceful. My dad helped me see that this poem, when centered, made the shape of a lanturn.