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June's first crickets tick the hours, clicking a song into their only summer as white clouds sail over Evergreen Cemetery. * Behind the firehouse, a lavender blaze of wild wisteria spreads blooming flames over a clearing: a man's lean-to, blanket, and campfire ash. * Freshly washed shirts dry all day on the line as clouds sail in blue. Taking them down in sun and wind, I put my face to them and smell the sky. * Against blue dusk a bat dives, veers over the bank, dips, swoops up above the library, & pivots around the corner of the moon. * July window: olive pine needles high jade oak leaves verdant dogwood foliage azaleas' lime frondescence emerald recycling barrel green grass.
Peter Blair’s collections of poetry include Farang (Autumn House, 2010). He lives in Charlotte, North Carolina.
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