In the Pine-Green Dutch-Blue Night

 

In the middle of the pine-green
Dutch-blue night --
beyond
our inward sight --

warm random coalescences

of August come
in steep humidity:
add up the sum

of all their contributions

to the Summer,
fluent scents
and insect hum – whirr --

now grown deep and dark

and hot and late --
inevitable as their
steaming fate –

all

intimately
intimating
Fall.







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