August
This afternoon
The day lily’s
Abundant blooms
Of canary and crimson,
Leave me mute and unmoved,
And the hammock
Hanging weightless
Between greenness of grass
And blueness of sky
Lulls me to silence,
And in the night,
In the darkness, under the trees,
Where the branches
Of the ash meet the maple,
I sit quiet,
For the night sky
On summer nights
Glowing purple in the West,
Translucent and backlit,
Leaves me wordless.
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