224. ILLUMINATION

224. 



ILLUMINATION

Bright white sunlight scatters stark

rectangles across a corner of her desk.

Distracted, she notices the show

outside her window, flowers 

gaudy in the late summer heat, 

like old women wearing too much 

make-up to disguise their age.

Daisies wallow in lethargy,

ragged daylilies droop tiredly

beside the curved concrete drive,

straining to stand tall again.

The green exuberance of spring

has given way to blowsy indifference.

August drags into September,

the circle of the seasons pounds

with a strong regular rhythm,

leaving her vacant heart racing.



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