The heat settles across the lawn, 
Tracing wavering lines through the air
As the heavy scents of cut grass 
And lilies fill my senses. 

I feel the need to do 
Everything that is left undone,
Temperature and temperament spurring 
Thoughts of action. 

Then I watch a hawk trail
Lazily through the sky
And think, 
"Maybe tomorrow."

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