For N, O & U
Inspired by Harry Martinson's "Sommarspel"
This is where summer's green path went.
Coaxed by the sun in the field
poppy petals, opiate flags, unfolded.
Cricket played at last a passage
Despite all winter ants warning.
Like the poppy, she too is dead now,
but they lived their brief life there
where summer was within,
grounded in its own life,
at home in her green house.
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