Monday, May 18, 2020

John Doyle writes

Taking Down Curtains in August

which bring a song to us, 
are days

that slowed down a globe
to watch 
the queens of 

plant corn
in the droves of August;

it's summer-time, 
a time to cleanse your curtains,
wear a dress to match your shoes

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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