Knee Deep in June
Certain it’s out there,
a sight so rare,
I saw it once,
so beautiful and fair.
I never noticed before,
t’was you,
more than just a feeling,
more than a sky of blue.
Soft puffy clouds,
cotton candy, so pink and sweet,
a field wet from a spring rain,
bacon and eggs waft, what a treat.
Sounds inside a park…
children shout, dogs bark,
an ice cream truck’s unmistakable tune,
knee deep in the heat of June.
© 2003 Randolph D. Brown, Jr.
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