But smoothly grown in the warmth of this day,
July's breath will palpitate and leave the air we breathe always,
So calm now for we’ll paint in this way,
No summer songs for the birds which are silent,
There in Ladner Harbour Park they'll wait as this climate relents,
Reddish hips of those flowers so sweet,
Within their capsules full with the juice which flows,
Just the pulp remains to dazzle the birds that know,
Filtered light and soft screams from the young wild pups,
Splashes move along in the quieting rivulents,
Where the frogs lolled and felt the days heat,
In this place another day awaits for our chance to meet.
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