Across the road a ragged stand of trees
putting out summer growth puts out of view
the mountain close behind.
Too warm to worry at obscurities,
as long as summer flourishes we find
the proverb proving true:
without a qualm we put it out of mind.
Only when late October turns to later,
herding the leaves determinedly away,
will it preempt the scene
like an omniscient, meddlesome narrator
blundering on to hog the stage between
the high points of the play,
telling us what we’re meant to think they mean.
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