The spring flirtation is gone by,
In the mid-summer cosmoses dance
In the bright sun after downpour,
Alliums fade, Day lilies count days
Before the school starts.
Between yesterday and tomorrow
Today finds its way to move forward,
In spite of the weight
Of shadowy yesterday—
Scars marked with weal,
And nostalgic comfort of blinding
Hopes of tomorrow.
Does the mid-summer dream
Of the late summer or fall and beyond?
Intoxicated bees buzz over beebalms,
It’s the mid-summer,
And love struck.
2020
Year of the Rat
yenna yi 