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The Yellow Stocking

Ah
what is that blessed rain doing
to these late days of July
the Persian silk tree         the black locust tree
that late-blooming fireweed
and this weeping willow
which only just turned a deep green

To windows         rooftops
to words we remember less

Don't hang up
wait to hear the gutter's cough         the sparrow's sneeze
and the sigh of a me who still thinks of you

Ah
what is that blessed rain doing
to these late days of July
the leaves poised to fall         ancient benches
and the empty chair of a woman
who left          in the corner of my mind
a sidelong glass
a slanted smile         and one yellow stocking

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Showleh

i like i though i ‘m at the beginig of poem road.

Showleh

  I l like it. i wish i could know more about the poetic images.

Michelle

That looks like a typo to me—“sidelong glass” should be “sidelong glance,” right? Fantastic word choice with ‘sidelong’ though

safoura

...ancient benches
and the empty chair of a woman
who left          in the corner of my mind
.....
That was fabulous!

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