First hot day

This entry is part 90 of 91 in the series Toward Noon: 3verses


Huge tulip poplars
holding tiny leaves to the light,
each with its four incisors—

the sun doesn’t stand a chance.
Already it’s staging a sunset
on the back of my neck

as I crouch down
to puzzle over the maze of roads
on a yellow morel.

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