LATE FOR SUMMER WEATHER
He has on
an old light grey Fedora
She a black beret
He a dirty sweater
She an old blue coat
that fits her tight
Grey flapping pants
Red skirt and
broken down black pumps
Fat Lost Ambling
nowhere through
the upper town they kick
their way through
heaps of
fallen maple leaves
still green-and
crisp as dollar bills
Nothing to do. Hot cha!
— William Carlos Williams
from The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams:
Volume 1 1909–1939. New Directions, 1991
Were the passionate visible,
we all would go blind.
~ Jareb Teague
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