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Sleep and Waking By H.R. Coursen

 

 

Summer incorporated rain weaving trails of rain

that sent whatever heat there might have been to stones,

waiting for the cold of full-moon tides.

Even the monarch August was subdued,

as if no rear-guard was worth expending before

the color in the leaf began to seep

along the green of all horizons, visible

and invisible, inside the sweep of cloud.

 

Ebbing and flowing uncertainly inside the season,

along the edge of weedy bays,

amid the years and the loss that years inherit,

even summer suggested stick-thin futurities.

The loss is captured in the twisting leaf as,

along the stiffness of its veins it shows

where the tallest pines persist, enduring.

 

Summer incorporated rain: weaving trails of rain

ebbing and flowing uncertainly inside the season

that sent whatever heat there might have been to stones

along the edge of weedy bays,

waiting for the cold of full-moon tides.

Amid the years and the loss that years inherit,

even the monarch August was subdued,

even summer suggested stick-thin futurities,

as if no rear-guard were worth expending before

the loss is captured in the twisting leaf as

the color of the leaf begins to seep

along the stiffness of its veins. It shows

along the green of all horizons visible

where the tallest pines persist, enduring,

and invisible within the sweep of cloud.