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Dog days
Lanterns of dry grain, odd fruit,
hung from the apple tree’s ribs.
What air there is cannot swing
them – nor stir the motionless
bumblebee, whole but empty
on a trampoline’s stretched tar.
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Lanterns of dry grain, odd fruit,
hung from the apple tree’s ribs.
What air there is cannot swing
them – nor stir the motionless
bumblebee, whole but empty
on a trampoline’s stretched tar.