each and every day a poem
edging slowly forward to rise
above a four-year flood
no pointed words to spare
cicadas rustle among burnt leaves
citizens of the boundaries there
sunsets describe inexpressible hopes
no false words to fear
soon fall’s haze dusts and blurs
the last lavender afternoons
somewhere an early lilac blooms
no unused words to bear
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: ParisSharing (CC BY 2.0)
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