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GASPARILLA MAGAZINE JULY/AUG 2016 38 Midsummer Moon Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll float across the shadowed pond And hear the bullfrog’s serenade. We’ll fish for stars in the deep dim sky And borrow lightning bugs for bait. We’ll watch the spider weave her web While others lie asleep in bed. Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll lie among the spongy ferns and let the dew anoint us. We’ll drift between the soft brown moths And let their wings caress us. We’ll dance across the Queen Anne’s lace And never leave a human trace. Come, kiss the moon with me. We’ll skip down rows of evening primrose while daytime lilies slumber. We’ll listen to the barred owl’s hoot Echo through the quiet woods. We’ll hitch a ride with a dragonfly And swoop through nighttime’s darkened sky. - Excerpt from Priscilla Kirkpatrick’s poem from the book “Poets of Boca Grande” Photo by Dusty Hopkins


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