SUMMER BOOKS

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The perfect recipe for a hot July  day:
iced coffee and a good book, in the shade
of a tree.

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All of my summers from long ago
to the here and now are defined by
the cathedral Wilderness and books.
Pages flutter, trees creak, ravens and crows
glide through the heated air.
And the compact time machines,
known as books, fit in the palm of one's hand.
What great fortune it is to find an obscure
path running diagonally through ferns as
dark as jade, and to take an hour to read in
the swaying cedar boughs of shade.
Allow ourselves to rediscover our own intelligence
which is far less costly, highly portable,
less answerable to elite scammers, and ultimately
far more satisfying than the prattle of conversation
with a glorified  8-ball.