my hand traces
the lines of your heart
so many summers
before and after
O that love
could last like a river
sweet bird
will you sing tonight
spring arrives
with old fevers broken
in the shed is a plow
that knows love’s invitation
we come back to play
like the shadow of mountains
the rain is a harvest
and you are my rain
fall gently now
into this yellow season
fall
but be forever unbroken
~William Hammett
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