Summer Blond

253 :: Just Up

Just after his nap
in that September afternoon light
illuminated.

Do you see
how the sun
has turned his hair golden?
I do not want to cut those glorious locks.
I want them to travel with us
into autumn.

The smell of summer
on his head.

The light of golden love
remembered.

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