Sunday, August 7, 2016

it is August and I always realize it later

The nights are wonderfully cooler, the days hot and dry
It is August and I am happy
happy that I have water and a yard that makes flowers
and by now, plenty of weeds. I will yank them out and make a nice haven
the hummingbirds, they come around at three
everyday they make their rounds
then come the yellow tiny finches, tiny waving back and forth on a tall zinnia
which by now is making fat heads that almost look like a penis lollipop
(not intended for humans)
they land and swing a bit as their beaks grab up all the sugar.

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