Summer is
going
nowhere fast,
butter in a cup,
an orange bell
chiming time spent,
sun-warmed concrete
from falling morning rivers
full of afternoon grit,
lavender
loosestrife
by a crying fence,
the
unexpected
spike,
a host
of daisies
on a tongue of daylight,
the thump of music
on a road worker’s
radio.
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