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Saturday, August 18, 2018

IN THE BLEAK MIDSUMMER–Poem [Sat, 8-18-18]

In the bleak midsummer
humid, hot, a blanket
of sweat upon the skin and dirt
flies too tired to buzz

Yet, roses still in bloom
Susans in yellow dresses
and eyes of brown
some chicory, blue and dusty
trees full in green lofty
homage to the sky

My soul dry and tight
as withered persimmons
from years long past
long passed

In the bleak midsummer
I heard birds try their best,
watched clouds drift south,
felt a little breeze,


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