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Sunday, August 16, 2015

Poem for an August Evening in Saco Maine

Let the frogs and crickets
Talking back and forth
On an August evening
In Saco Maine
Along with the hens
Calling to each other
Across the street
About the eggs that
Still need to be laid
Tonight serve  
As reminder
Of all that remains
Undone and unfelt
Now that summer's life
Is more than half spent
The wine stands
All but overdrawn and
The dying leaf is soon
To be revenant

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