(September 20, 1988)
now cacophonous starlings,
hidden in their hundreds
after pair-done chick-raising is done,
carp and cackle on tulip-tree's boughs.
Its windlifted leaves revel in sunset's warmth,
each standing, sole, sheer, in evening's clear-crystal air.
The pale halfmoon hangs listless, low over riverside hill,
while the frail sun falls quickly, hurling long shadows about
neither stronger, it seems, to master this palest- nearlywhite -blue sky.
They watch the neighborhood's boys-and-girls,
cacophonous starlings and revelling leaves,
playing whiffleball on Anna's large level lawn, homework postponed.
Away, a lawnmower growls near highwayside hill's foot;
last workout, maybe, till the greening spring.
The light fades as I write.
I hear the children's voices,
and my silent heart
joins them to
E. L. Core
© 1988 ELC
Some Poetry by E. L. Core: Summer
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