May of this year.
For Hilary and Mary
evening air a blanket
newly washed in lavender
do we need more than that
subtle kiss of lilac
gentle spray of birdsong
sweet May salutation
cloud-tears lately loosed
railing of the atrium
cold to the hand
rain-blotted lozenges
dark leaves nodding
in a slumbrous dusk
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2022-07-05 at 08:10
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