Summer Worship

I watch the azaleas fall, gentle on the cusp of blades
the turtle, pedal soft beneath the layers of marsh
and, of this, falls my universe into summer
sacred names are in breath of midday
the sun direct, el sol glorified at its zenith
my center—
before you were merely a disk
a shy peak from below the horizon
the violet temptation before the day
but here you are, Ra risen in your time, proud
Sun Ra before the melody of Earth
playing king without shadows
here I lay before you in worship
the curious creatures are in awe of my shame
they pray for a nocturnal life, hiding safely under the ferns.


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