A Failed Conspiracy
all the strange summers we have
hovered above
speaking in tongues
our pollen manifestos
of better days,
stuck in the limbs of
fragile locusts
and
beautiful hawthorns
along with
white plastic bags,
sad with weeks
of spring rain and wind
and left sagging
in a failed conspiracy
by the time autumn
brings leaves and dreams
back to earth
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