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Poem: July 10, 1981

 

July 10, 1981

 

By Patrick T. Reardon

 

 

 

On this porch, on this cool

summer day, when the moon

is benign in afternoon sky,

when birds sing from wire to

wire, I have no argument.

This may be the milk-and

-honey time, the fulcrum,

the equator. I may be on

my way down or past or

into. This will change, and

I will change, and the wood

of this porch will rot. The

birds will die, and I will die,

and new leaves will grow

under other summer suns.

I have no argument.

 

 

 

Patrick T. Reardon

 

3.27.20

 

 

 

This poem appeared in Requiem for David, published in February, 2017, by Silver Birch Press.

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