Summer Poems – We Stall



we stall through August

aside the rare days

when the sky thundered

the wind hissed and shout

and we run up and down

closing windows pulling

shades and lifting chairs

the following steps

were those of picking up

the tender plants uprooted

from the garden the scattered

tomatoes and plums

august with its singing nights







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