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the grass grows tallest
near the edge of the thicket

and offers a caesura
from summer’s pulsation

to the meek and ferocious, alike.
A haven for the seemingly disparate

field mice and feral cats,
hiding in the whiskey grass;

neither thinking to sound or move,
until darkness arrives, and

they resume their convictions
of living in the dimmet.

late summer canon

I see them gathered
-the yellow susans –
day after day
on the hillside;
struggling to meet the morning sun
-petals flung down
as stretched limbs-
thrusting their faces
toward heaven,
at midday
their arms raised
in praise to a merciful deity,
and in evening
– their buds nodding en masse-
attuned to the canons
of their ancestors.