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Monday, June 4, 2012

Red, Hot Summer

When our love was true
In the wood of an oak tree
High upon Crown King
You professed your love to me
By chiseling out my name
God, I’m so alone
Facing this red, hot summer
Thinking of your eyes
Wondering if the tree stood
Against the wildfire
And I have pondered
Did you visit her again
To finish carving
Your name beside that of mine
After I had gone away
Does love always live
In the hearts of all lovers
For it lives in mine
It is a fire that’s burning
Within the smoldering ash
Written on a tree
High above Horse Thief Basin
So deep in the wood
Where the memories whisper
The secrets of our laughter

©Kay Salady

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