Summer Singing In Its Blood(For Darlinda)
D Dónall Dempsey
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An old ladder
rotten with age
thrown against
the hedge
where a young bramble
new to this world
with summer singing
in its blood
climbs
tentatively rung b y
rung
to the golden
orb of the sun
its tiny
tendril fingers
grasping
at last
...the sky!
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