except just being, here on the porch,
in the last square of sunlight,
dulled from some -
as it will seem much sooner than you think -
bearable blow.
You still can feel this last heat,
the softened and flowery breeze.
You can still hear the bird's static:
lovers pairing up all over town.
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by Elizabeth Arnold, 1999
