less angry sun. The waspsbuzz around the eaves, the bush,
buzz loud, do not rest
one last rose, magenta
magnificent, full blown, drops
lazy petals down
the grass, full green, strewn
with dropped leaves dried to old gold,
smells dry, smells warm, smells sweet
sometimes through the gold
still air, a furtive giggle,
a hint: fall visiting
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