Friday, May 29, 2009

Memorial Day

Wait up on evening's side.
Gentle yellow smiles wide,
now pulling backward toward Orange.

And a solitary bird,
painted motion; seen and heard,
staging the all still sky.

Do you throw away your art?
Summer swelters old Springs' heart,
disarranging subtle blend.

Is morning come on a wave
to tremble up on that line?

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