Sweet you are in glowing heat,
days or nights of summer, bouncing aloft, clearly winning any battle of color codes meant for pots, day lilies fight as perennials - though never really touching your Olympic standards. You know too well of royalty blaring your sign, wrecking other communities set in May. But for mediation there would be fights aroused by jealousy, as though you know nothing of winning, deeply drinking in statuesque manicures. We'll design a summer for you - and others who gloat over leaving vegetables behind for lower beings, those unearthed, while beads of perspiration from radishes staring - watching as you fly from farmers wanting nothing but honesty. It's a trial to be king, to wear the crown, to laugh in the face of unbearable heat - ovens glowing with embers daring all to stare down in pathetic pamphlets of powdered pedantic potatoes. Sweet you say. We know you mock. We know of better, more pure days that many wish they were you, clever, growing without effort, without sun, moon, stars - or water, you lap, you dare to sparkle as you, to dream of color for kings and queens. Generous I know, but only for this season, as you laugh and grow. © 2013 Larry Ingram
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