Sunday, August 6, 2017

The First Cure

In the first rain of ripe summer
droughted arms shall don more sky
with fragrance of their valentines,

the soon to sugar blush-wilt
confer the bakery air; a parchment
redolence, end-dangled, sun-like;

and September bless - dew meet dry -
lawn frittered, shower flown
katsuras, fleet and heart-shaped each:

first of leaves to cure their green.

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