As
summer spreads herself
into
immensity – and undergoes again
her
slow voluptuous irruptions of intensity –
achieves,
above her glossy leaves and beds
of
tangled vines and powered lines
of
muscled roots, a greater density of heat
and
richer light throughout July –
the catalyst
with whom she’s in cahoots
now
blusters up into the sky to rule the land.
His
name is Seymour, homonym for See More,
because
he does that better than we can.
Is
this contraption bloom or bird or man? –
absurd
ballooning flapping form! –
but
Seymour is in charge of keeping
Summer very large and very warm.
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