the measure of summer
weightless--not empty
every thing a miracle
each of us kindred
perhaps I could tell you
about a time mornings
brought frosted grass
and me to my knees
how a rustle in the trees--
in the distance moves
us another week into
stalling and to fall
lit as I am with longings
only waiting cures me
I tell you one thing
let me tell you all
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Pic: Buzzards (?) overhead as I walked into campus today. They were perched on the Eddy Building and took off as I walked alongside.
2 comments:
Is there a double meaning in the last line of the third stanza? The speaker is moved to stall (put off fall duties) but also into fall itself. And then that word takes on the other meaning of fall.
Nice.
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