Crepe Myrtle
The Crepe Myrtle bursts
raspberry exuberance
in early August's burning.
Now's when I miss you.
Soon alder leaves like hearts bleed
red, pass my window churning.
8/14/17
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017
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