Jasmine and the Dust
A summer story about a woman who makes the best of her time.
On the winds of her thought she skipped And strolled.
By harnessing the power of summer,
She pushed forward enough strength and just rolled.
She felt the heat that beat like a drummer.
Her flailing hands made liberty look plain.
With arms stretched, she lived the life of Riches.
The sky’s message to the ground came in Rain.
In tune, her voice lilted with some pitches.
Her day finished on the deck of the house.
Coolness crept through this Delaware Landscape.
With a book and lamp, her mind did arouse.
This was an engagement, not an escape.
Her sleep arrived with jasmine and the dust.
She made her time not a guess but a must.
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Skyler Saunders
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