Whispered Into Afternoon
Sun of autumn, thin and
And fruit drops off the trees,
Blue silence fills the
Of a tardy afternoon’s sky
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Sun of autumn, thin and
And fruit drops off the trees,
Blue silence fills the
Of a tardy afternoon’s sky
Small, shapeless drifts of
Sail slowly northward in the soft-hued sky,
With blur half-tints and rolling summits bright,
By the late sun caressed; slight hazes
It was very hot
The day had gone just past its noon
I'd stretched out on a couch to take a nap
One of the window-shutters was open, one was closed
1922: the stone porch of my Grandfather’s summer houseI“I won’t go with you
I want to stay with Grandpa
” That’s how I threw cold water on my Mother and Father’s watery martini pipe dreams at Sunday dinner