Late May Southern rain
Covers all in glow,
Shared bend and shiver —
But wait —
Don’t gleaming pearls,
Catching words at their finest,
Woo their yearning ears,
And necklaces, wrapping
Around them as they slither,
Radiate and reflect
That selfsame glow
Off fillets wrought of gold,
Like an early vow and promise
Intoning bliss and kindred blaze?
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