in the sweetness of Summer
there were dark crisp cherries
with taut skins bursting with juice
there were nectarines tart
with a hint of the changing of the season
but all the more intoxicating for it
and when the apples would arrive
you knew it was almost over
the turn came in the night
cool and dry and with it
dreams of magnetism and static
aurorae and lightning
trading places with poles reversing
and the face we saw
had a nose like an acorn
more like a beak
and eyebrows that
via some triune indirect
interspecies transgenetic transference
had caused the squirrels
to have rat tails
and his cheeks had been scribed and furrowed
like the surface of the dry ground that had seen
flash runoffs and much less
but it was important now
to make do with less
katy did not
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