Estival

the trees’ large leaves
are cupped – holding
their breath perhaps –
air scarce as virtue
yet thick with July –
summer is beginning
to take itself mighty
seriously – lifting
its gavel like a judge
come noon –
and even here
at four o’clock
I fear I may wilt before
I finish th…

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