Reverie of Hair

Westbound Monday morning
I saw the pleasures dancing
a flashing hoop of leaves
suspended in the air above the parkway
like tiger swallowtails on the hottest day of summer
One fluttered in my sunroof

Here in Connecticut, where natives
once collected clams
blond maples are considered common
but I remembered you
and, believe me,
it was no common memory

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