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The sun is brighter in late summer
After the humid haze of July is gone
The flowers no longer wilt
But raise their purple heads
As if the day were their own.
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The miniature hordes of locusts and cicadas
Still sound
Unworried of the soon-coming frost
That will silence them
Their choruses rise and fade
In response to each other
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The neighbor’s dog lolls in the shade of his juniper
And the light glide of cars moving over the road
Reminds of the coming season
And change in days
That all is passing.
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But now the morning glories hold sway
Their vines, multiple and rushing
Are woven through the chain-link fence
As if engineered
Their foliage mounds and bunches
Like muscled shoulders
Their purple color is like music
Coming from no one knows where
And yet acting like it has been here all along
As if the very Earth would disappear without it.
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Drink in the sun that warms neck and chest
And for this moment
Purple and green and blue and gold
This perfect day
Know eternity.
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