Someone said it would last right to November
this mild, still heat that gathers, gently hazed
today, as clouds of varying densities try it on.
Yellow heads, ragged-feathered globes,
and clean, white-buttoned, empty heads, yes,
dandelions cycle on sporadically and tiny,
tender, purple stars of marsh willow-herb
continue the profusion of their late blooming.
Well, after a week of these thin, southwesterly clouds,
and such long-celled intervals of sleepy beneficence,
buzzed with the epics of the big black flies,
long honey-jars of spirit batteries
are brimming with the very ooze of sunlight.
Maybe we can grow tall as trees by knitting air
or weave an emperor's superior diaphany.*
I know full well when I close my eyes the little orchard
Rackhams* full of big-eyed goblin smiles.
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*Diaphany: noun I have coined from the adjective 'diaphanous'.
*Rackhams: verb I have coined from the painter's name.