July Holding |
by p n w donnelly | |
sky drifts
across the
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glass patched with bright light |
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where a window opens |
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across the room
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yesterday's rain transmutes itself intensely green against the spring |
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washing and branches turn in the drying wind |
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sharp points of bluebell cut the flattened clay
discarded apple core among the weeds |
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tomorrow on hold while shadows of geraniums decorate the page |