I want to run naked down a pier and dive into cold clear lake waters,
engulfed in liquid exultation.
I want to make bracelets of clover and stack them up my arms to the elbows,
adorned with the nectar of grace.
I want to drive down long twisted roads in the country with the windows down,
the breath of shade and sun flowing coolness and warmth.
I want to watch lightning bugs flash in the quiet of an evening,
neon poke-a-dots against the earths’ closed eyes.
I want to fill my lungs with the scent of night-blooming jasmine,
light-headed and giddy from natures pure essence.
I want the lightness of early summer to inhabit my spirit
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