The summer breeze wisps upwards through
bending branches, summer-dried leaves flicked
afloat, flitting their way down to the ground.
We stretch out on a sun-warmed blanket
in the backyard—cat naps—and when
rolling over to kiss, the leaves crinkle under my elbow.
The sunbeams aglow on our faces,
eyelids half-closed, sleepy blinks, the hum of
a summer day—a sweet serenade.
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