Saturday, July 29, 2017

Soft July



since you've been gone the days
are silent

except for the rush of wind
in our apple tree.

See how the fruit hangs
heavy, pulling low
the branches;
ready.

so I’ll wait in the shade
of soft July
and think
of you.

(9 July 2014; revised 7/29/2017)

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