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A LONG HOT SUMMER
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Satish Verma Sitting on the hill,
nestled against the moon,
talking to stars.
You love a woodpecker.
What a stupid thing.
A panther dies of thirst.
A tall fern unfurls
the frond, to catch
a crested iguana.
In deep blue water
seventeen summers
drowned, in one go.
A sapsucker goes
on, making holes,
in my psyche.
A tree will wait
for the summer to end.
Then it will tow the rain.
Rain Towing
.
done by trees - marvelous idea - this poem is nature and transcendence - Lady A
.