Summer In July

Summer In July

No response is a response no one wants
It is the recognition of silence
A tsunami of quiet rejection
Intended to make you feel less
And prop up the other as
Unaccountable
It’s the mask the coward wears
When their malice appears
Out in the open
While you get to suffer alone.

So I turn to the rich blue sky up there
And I remember an inspiring life force
The Source of all creation
A grace extending to me
And a breeze I can’t see
But feel as close as my breath
That love is alive and aware
The notice is quiet and present as
Summer in July full force
And never leaves me alone.

Copyright © 2023 Charles Edward York
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