This is the Rad One

When the days are warm,
inviting, promising some secret intimacy
like sun-kissed hair
or freshly tanned skin…

When the world seems to cry
with premature hope
offering future opportunities you had forgotten about entirely…

When life is suddenly teeming
and flora and fauna burst from surprised seams
bleeding out and infecting the planet
with their glory…

When transition is pregnant
in every heavy breath you breathe…
then that is some fucking great Indian Summer, then,
isn’t it?

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