Nothing is
more confident
than Summer
in July:
too comfortably
centered
in the hot
dry deep blue sky
to give a
thought to ending
things, she bends
her wings
and sings her
full fat alto
rhapsodies to
everyone:
insinuates herself
again
into the middle
of the riddle
of her
glittering expedient
experiments
with sun.
.
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