Like the glittering crest of a tumbling wave,
it glides in to delighted children,
wading in the cool ocean swell.
A surprise party,
it enters to the sound of fife and drum—
then spreads like golden butter
on a corn cob—
this summer gala,
this glorious month of July.
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Apart From Worldly Things
Poesiacollection of poetry, both rhyming forms and free verse
