The mint bed is in
bloom:  lavender haze
day.  The grass is 
more than green and
throws up sharp and 
cutting lights to 
slice through the 
plane tree leaves.  And 
on the cloudless blue 
I scribble your name.

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Poet: James Schuyler
Poem: Sunday
Volume: Talking to the Sun at Fire Island
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