Lotus days
Bring me the wasp days after the buds of May
have run their summer course. When the honey dew
has settled and closed our sleepy eyes that have
followed too long the sundial’s slowly curve;
closed our ears to the chirrup’s chirrup to
the fledglings roil across the summer lawns;
that yawn upon these daisy daisy days,
and tilt a straw hat to the sun,
upon another daily daisy dose.
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