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Sunday

Sunday

The mint bed is in
Bloom: lavender haze
Day. The grass is
More than green and
Throws up sharp and
Cutting lights to
Slice through the
Plane tree leaves. And
On the cloudless blue
I scribble your name.



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Poem Sunday - James Schuyler
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