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Poetry

by Sally Cook

A PASSING BREEZE

Boats on the lake sang hymns of distant hum;
Homage to warm winds, as the radiant fall
Raised up its descant, muted, almost dumb,
But yet precise. A melancholy call
In minor key, it added slant to sum
Of summer’s energies. I loved it all –
Fast traffic on the blazing, tidemarked beach
Soon seared my feet; placed summer within reach.

A purple scent rose up from wine-soaked ground,
As grapes, like moments, split and burst apart.
Decisions carved from stone fell all around,
While bees in every flower left a dart.
Delphinium was abject, blue. A cloud
Complained the passing breeze was much too loud.

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