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These are the days when the trees
Sing their windy caterwauls
And imprism the light in ravenous bloom.

Young men will cock their heads akimbo,
Prowling like drunken wolves
Languidly falling to a feast.

Young women will sway brightly
As their steps approximate a dance
A reel, a hurdy-gurdy
Tuned as the rise and fall of some giant cylinder
A bingo wheel, a threshing stone.

The old will roll their eyes and pucker their mouths,
As if trying to taste the memories inside themselves,
Behind their eyes, but gone too far in space and time.

Children will scream
If only to hear themselves scream
To prove conclusively their vocal chords
And the air they vibrate.

The street beds will clamor with the sounds of light feet,
The roar of eager cars, the swish of seasoned bicycles.

And though these things all speak their own words,
Their own signs, their own gasps
Together they call:

The time is here, and now and short
So love these days in their passing
The heat will come, the cold will frost
And bake these days to memory
To harken their return again.

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from Your Attention Please, released September 9, 2013

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