Just when the pomegranate flowers fade
Blue panicles of the chaste tree
Pick up the theme like piccolos
From slowly lifting strings
Which is when the bees sweep in
A throbbing chorus covering the tree
Audible above the traffic's drone
When the wind swings its baton
And the stiff branches are drawn
Across the metal roof and shriek
Like a child practicing her cello
But the theme hurries on
Unstoppable sublime
Until it all turns yellow
And the stars go blind
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