A fresh one, discovered this A.M. still clinging to the balmy morning dew.

This lost language, hidden in plain sight.

For being there to embrace my return from the wild.

Still bringing the children of the village together

Taking note that it won’t be left open forever.

Moving into its softness ever so sweetly into the tenderness of the summer night.

Because we may want to investigate up close.

Cause we just can’t get enough.

Of how light doesn’t perform, it shines.

When the solar radiation fries your brain.