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The speechless joy of summer
by Nina Rubinstein Alonso

What we say must not
injure the silence
wrapped around trees

spider silk needs to
float in sunlight
totally free of mad whispers

I'd rather watch
a beetle crawl up my arm
than listen

to some people
talk rather see
nasturtiums curve

orange red yellow
clematis pronounce
spiral glories count

ten innocent earth stars
but interpretation
is a heavy chain

weighing down
the stem of a flower
better the speechless

joy of summer the sun
stretching days wide
over lilies and daisies

thick clumps of shaggy weeds
make bridges for bugs too
beautiful to cut down.


Ibbetson Street #37.

 

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