Summer Spell

Late in the day

The summer has lulled me

Into dreaminess

And I sit on the porch and read

Caught in a spell of lethargy

Until I finally rise

And sleepwalk outside

To trim hedges

In the warm bath of dusk.

I shear branches

In a futile endeavor

To contain July

Its growth as profuse

As the swelling buzz of cicadas.

I take in the pink smears of sky

Pastels spreading in dampness

Birds flapping

Cleaving the heavy air

Wasps hovering and lingering

Like the heat

That stretches into tomorrow

While the half moon winks at me

Playing tricks

Like the summer.

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