Come out come out—you yawn—I call!
There is an hour called dawn the dusty
Ennui of a washboard gravel road the
solar
Tedium of insects humming shrilly and
tepid
Light of the long summer watching us
from all
Our bedroom mirrors come out come out—
You yawn—I call! there is an hour
called noon
Gentle beneath a sugar maple where
shade
Kneels like a preacher in a powder blue
suit
Erect a stone to us! erect a stone to
silence!
You are here again bringing the season
Of a breeze just a little before
cool evening
Perfumes your neck your damp forehead
The shadow of a bird falls across your
face
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