The world melts around me
as the sun caresses
the contours of my city.
A robin addresses
blue sky studded by
clouds hurrying past —
Don’t linger here! Fly! Fly! —
Do I spy a blade of grass?
Or is this mere flirtation?
A sly come hither glance?
Who cares? On this temptation
I’ll blithely take a chance.
The world tires of its verdant hue.
Come blot out the heat of the sun.
Come tell daylight its time is done.
Come rip the dying leaves away.
Come hasten the last year’s decay.
Come bury the garden in white.
Come visit my windows tonight.
My heart has been waiting for you.
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