Under the awning of thick
June greenery—joined
by spread-out maples
and ample, splendid oaks—
the road bends and rolls,
coiling to show its gilt,
an intermittent line
stringing me along
as the morning and its
slowly lifting calm
slips out of the fog,
yet all remains too heavy
with the rain that was—
though hardly gone.
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