a Child towards
the Bouquet Champetre and
Sigh my "Thankyous"
Profuse...too profuse.
Cutting the lily which
Stains It is mid
Summer.
We have survived
La Grande Chaleur
and breath the after
Rain air
Grateful that the
Heat has left us.
We walk again
Amid a thousand
dead lilies
Cooked by the sun
Which waits and
fades us all
Day by Day, one by one.
Foutoux. July 2015
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