June 8

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poetry

early summer motifs:

i

something in the brush
heard but not seen
light conjecture
bird or beast
no conclusion is reached
and everyone proceeds

ii

there are multiple seasons
within the season
nothing blooms all at once
one buds one bolts one rots
even in the most manicured lawn
a wildflower is speaking out of turn

iii

it’s later than it seems
July said with certainty now
long-tongued shadows
a growing lingering heat
addled by the northern sun
we forget the hour
dinner is late again

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