May Second
How early this time
the shadow-laced sunlight
mimics the angle of autumn,
just as the leaves locate
their optimal, unspotted green
and the hay ripens
for first mowing;
How it plays nervously
across the desk unnoticed
until I pause, lay down the book
and concentrate this memory
of anticipation that allows me
into each succeeding season.
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