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summer be dragons
summer be dragons
in ca-li-forn-i-A
tipping off the winds
slitting the clay
supping spring’s bouquet
from hillsides where
florals repopulate
and kiss the butterfly;
it inches out and closes the gate
on the renewal of earth’s slate…
day and night air is febrile
prepossessing nonetheless
a groove for the gadabout
even the watchdog and cognoscente undress
but pre-caveats of history confess:
there is a quisling in the nebula…
voracious beasts lighting the wicks
indissoluble in their season
with their heat diving so quick
beneath earth’s skin like a tick
and they perdure…engorged…
with corybantic gasps in the clip
striking the land
crisping it between the grips
and the growls of their whips;
for the esoteric wedding of
a spark and sere fields
roars a nightmarish prothalamion;
time’s megillah unpeels
to limn the…
