the mystery of a hot july afternoon
in the middle of august
I'm a little tired of worries
so much greater than cares
and gaining sudden wisdom in
sudden, painful shares
I want incremental wisdom
in measures, in grains
that come in piling up from living,
day to day gains
knowing right, feeling right
in our bones, in our eyes
perhaps, come the autumn
we'll have grown more wise
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