Taking
Down Curtains in August
Days
which
bring a song to us,
are
days
that
slowed down a globe
to
watch
the
queens of
hemispheres
plant
corn
in
the droves of August;
it's
summer-time,
a
time to cleanse your curtains,
wear
a dress to match your shoes
that
doesn't
submit to swords and sea,
that
won't leave toe-traces
on
sands that fire turns to glass -
there,
water washes-up
to
take a soul,
a
soul left in a song
a
window starts to locks-in,
that
curtains hide like a spider looks for a fly
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