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Mary O’Connor
EXTRAVAGANZA
In a green summer landscape, slow eyes follow a swirl of color in heat shimmer to the red mandala of a slice of homegrown tomato, –reddest of reds–carrying in its offbeat symmetry fullness of life.
Now awake, you crunch a fresh ear of corn or splash in the impossible blue of the waterpark pool where children shout and flail
small sunsmeared limbs against the raw shine of day.
Summer sounds of buzzsaws and brass bands mix with smells of asphalt, barbecues, cut grass, of roses, allium, lavender, of the dried herbs of craft fairs.
A wonderful warmth settles over the plains
and in the windy fields you catch a gutsy wave from crops, summer-ready, richly spread on the land.
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