SUMMER PAUSES 



despondent cries of katydid, tree toad, and 

 hoot owl. In the air is reluctance, pause. 

 Flaming festoons of woodbine and poison 

 ivy begarland the stone wall. Summer 

 cannot wait. Elegiac purples of the aster 

 beckon, and the butterfly sleeps long upon 

 the thistle, but she would not go now, in 

 the month of the first bittersweet and the 

 last sweet pea. 



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