On the first
cool day
I open
if one
then all
the windows
what comes
to us
isn’t fall
after the heat
but a second
spring no
virgin now
these are not
the sixties
these are the
eternal
dateless days
when the world
dissolves back
into the hearts
from which
it poured
in a breath
of trees.
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